Who: Everybody When: Week five (post timeskip) Friday night Where: The lake What: Weed and water party Rating/Warnings: Weed, booze, possible nudity Status: In-Progress
Stryde knew the weed harvest was incredibly valuable, but he valued the healing of the fractures that the war had caused and welcoming those rescued from the slavers more. It was the way he thought, if you treated everyone well, they would respond well and fit in better. He’d been happy that Buck had been OK with providing Dove’s food and better booze than the Tawa generally made.
He’d let the word spread that the party would be Friday night at the lake and that no one would be under any requirement to bring anything, so that Enks and refugees could come without worry. He’d also made it damn clear to the Chets and Saga that all welcome meant that...and if anyone, even strangers, were harmed trying to attend, he would not be best pleased. OK, it didn’t mean that much but it was worth a try.
So here he was the bonfire high and bright, his tribe around him and Black Cat was already beginning to tune up. The smell of wood smoke and good weed cut the air. Life had a shot at being good again.