sorry for leaving this til now! had to take kids to the HUGE fireworks show.
Hippie leaned his head into Marijuana's touch, still silent despite the fact that they were both speaking. The music drifted from the record player and seemed to wrap around him in a way that was something like a carress. He placed the hand the wasn't holding the joint over Classic's. He knew what drinking did, though not to the extent that Smoke did; he knew the fire that was always in him. The thing that got to him, though, was the way that Song was mirroring their lost priest. A single tear tracked down his face before many followed. "Fuck." he whimpered, his voice sounding more like Autumn than Jude. With all the emotion, he couldn't control the fact that his hair flashed dark for a moment, his lips growing fuller. Autumn wanted to come out but that would only make matters worse.
"Whiskey?" he questioned quietly, reaching for the bottle and taking a long drink. The burning in his throat matched the pain in his chest. He took another toke, not bothering to wipe the tears from his face. They kept coming