Ian and OTA
Ian arrived with his new (stolen) camping gear, a case of Old Style, and a smile on his face. He liked camping. He hadn't ever had the chance as a young kid (unless you counted living in a car as camping, which he didn't) but since he'd joined ROTC in high school he'd gone on several trips with them and he'd always really enjoyed it. Everything smelled different, and you could see so many more stars than you could in Chicago.
After he got his tent set up, he helped gather some wood for later and then joined the others by the campfire. It was nice to hang out with some kids his own age. He'd talked to a bunch online, but not met that many in person yet. Maybe if he was really lucky he'd even meet a cute guy this weekend. After all, with a bunch of teenagers out in the woods there was bound to be plenty of flirting and fucking going on. Even if he didn't, he was happy to just hang out and maybe make some new friends.
He brought the case of beer over and offered one to whoever happened to be sitting next to him.