Ali smiled and released a soft laugh. "I suppose I did." She agreed quietly. She dropped her hands into her lap and balanced her elbows on her neatly folded legs. She gazed into the blinding light of the orange fire until she couldnt stand it any longer. She blinked and pulled her gaze away, fighting the urge to get dizzy over the small orange dots that covered her vision.
Al inhaled the cool air. Despite being beside the fire, a small chill slipped down her back. Ali shivered, though, she wasn't cold. She reached up and repositioned the headband on her head.
She glanced at him. He hadnt been to one of these? That was strange. They weren't unusual around this area. In fact, there were often small bonfires going on almost every weekend. "Then you, my friend, haven't lived." She said, though, a smile hinted on her face.
"There's usually more to it. Sometimes people bring out fireworks, sometimes they bring.." She faded off as she watched a boy pass, holding a twelve pack. "Drinks."
Ali shifted on the log. It wasn't like she hadn't drunken before. She wasn't exactly an angel as a child. Her parents always thought she was, though. Only a little drink here and there. She was underage, or course, but rarely did cops show up at these bonfires. There was an occasion, though, where one came by just to 'hang'. Ali only remembered this because he had to ask some kid for a ride because he had a drink.
Ali felt a light nudge on her shoulder. She glanced up, not suprised to see the shining eyes of her friend. "If you need me, I'll be surfing by the dock." She said, a bold smile coming on her face.
Ali pursed her lips. "You still have that extra suit in your car, right? I might join you later."
Her friend nodded and bounded off, surfboard in hand. Ali turned back to Griffin. "So. How long have you been in Manteo?"




























