Hippie (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} freelover) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} forgotten_gods, |
Hippie was lost in the music, completely and totally, so when she felt the pull of a god so close to herself, she almost didn't recognize it. It took the brush of Classic's lips over her ear to pull her back to reality (well, as close to reality as she could reach, with the smoke in her lungs, the alcohol in her blood, and the acid that was starting to affect her turning the real world on it's head). She slowed her dancing, though not stopping, never stopping and turned toward Folk.
"Hey you!" She said happily, a bright though lazy smile on her face as she embraced an old friend tightly, somehow remaining in contact with Classic. "How've you been, man?"