Alex and anyone
This whole festival was meant to be a laugh and yet here Alex was, standing around still, and just waiting to be allowed home. Even though he often came across as pretty moody, that was nothing to how Alex got when he was tired and hungry. Blood sugars running low, and being a natural absorber of other people's anxiety, Alex was not having a good time tonight. But then, because life was a bitch, it got even worse. Alex could see Hit Wizards striding around like they owned the bloody place. Great. Alex thought to himself. Just great. He hunched over slightly in his coat and tried to edge into a thick part of the crowd where he would be less conspicuous. Casually he reached a hand into his pocket and fingered the nub of marijuana within. Alex never carried large quantities of anything unless he had specific plans for offloading it, for precisely this sort of reason. With a tiny sigh, he pulled his hand out of his pocket, bud hidden in a loose fist, and uncurled his fist with his hands by his sides. It was a wrench to waste it, but not as much as prison would be. Alex made his way through the crowd and away from the evidence. When he found a space, he reached a hand into his other pocket and withdrew a small glass pipe and some tobacco. Now that he could have. As a general rule, Alex carried tobacco purely so he could give a reason for having a pipe on him, but right now, anything to help him feel less on edge would be welcome. He loaded up a bowl and set to smoking it. Good job he didn't have papers, as his hands were still shaking too much to roll. Damn law enforcement.