Jude and Classic indeed arrived at their own pace, especially Jude, who had been smoking even more joints lately, perhaps in a vain attempt to keep his best friend near to him, though he would more distant than ever by the end of the week. As a result of this countdown in his head, Jude was staying close to Classic, closer than usual. He was reminded of Altamont when he had been left by Mary Jane and Lucy, and Classic had continued to sing on. But he stopped those thoughts in there tracks everytime. That was one part of the glory days that he didn't care to linger on.
He followed Classic up the stairs, brushing his hair out of his eyes. He was greatful that he would be Autumn for the wedding. He wouldn't want to go through the trouble of a haircut or shaving for it. Autumn usually turned to Jude in stressful timees like this, but more than anything this night should be a boys night.
The presence of both Song and Smoke made Hippie feel whole, complete. They were meant to be three, in his mind. Without the two of them he was nothing. The content feeling caused him to smile, despite what he had been feeling lately. "Yeah, brownies smell good. Probably gonna get my ass kicked in guitar hero though." he said, his laugh, as all ways, tainted with the lingering sound of Autumn.