Colin + OPEN
A bonfire in the middle of nowhere. Odd enough that it almost wasn't surprising, coming from Beacon Hills.
Colin hadn't been planning on attending. He was a teacher, a new one at that, and going to what was essentially a glorified rave for teenagers didn't hold much of an appeal. But the rest of the staff had assured him everyone went, including in the adults in town, and it was especially important for the high school staff - after all, most of the rivalry was fed through traditional high school events.
So Colin found himself making the drive out to the bonfire that afternoon, arriving just in time to see the first sparks go up from the large fire pit. The surrounding forest was looking somewhat more alive than it had when he drove through over the summer, but Colin still eyed the fire and the trees warily. He hoped the people hosting knew what they were doing.
There were coolers set up, and though he was driving and couldn't have too much, one beer wouldn't hurt. He grabbed a can without looking, cracking it open and taking a swig, only to spit it out a second later. "Shit beer," he groaned, dropping the blue can in one of the trashcans. "Should have brought my own."
And now his mouth was filled with the taste of that terrible beer.