Recreation
Daryl
A battery rolls out from under the seat of your truck. It fits a flashlight and it still has juice so it's a welcome find and you decide to check what else is there. The last two months have been a scramble and it didn't occur to you to take a look until now. The truck was considered Merle's and the motorcycle yours. You used the truck sometimes but you didn't leave stuff in it. You find another battery, a few small tools, a can of oil, a lighter, matchbooks from a couple of bars Merle frequented and a few loose nails and screws. Nothing that will dramatically improve life but they're useful items that may come in handy. A rolled tarp stuffed under the seat kept everything in place until that battery got loose.
There are a few more things that you keep back. There's not really enough to share with the whole group so you might as well have a private party with Glenn. You tell the others you're going to walk a perimeter, and you do, but after that you find a small clearing. Glenn's eyes widen when you bring out the baggy with weed and papers. It's Merle's but you've been known to smoke a little dope. Merle got into harder drugs in the service but getting stoned occasionally was enough for you. You're passing a joint back and forth when you hear voices and here comes the whole crew. They tend to travel in a pack since there are fewer now.
Rick is in the lead and you see relief on his face that you and Glenn are fully dressed and not doing what he caught you doing outside of Atlanta. You would bet he wanted to look for you by himself but the others insisted on coming along. You lost track of time and they must have gotten worried.
"Oh, shit," you say softly.
"You mean, good shit." Glenn says, unaware of company. You nudge him and he looks up to see Rick and Shane in front.
"Oops. Who called the cops on us?" He giggles. You aren't being mean. It's more giggle than laugh. You've gotten to the point where things seem funnier than they really are.
Everyone is staring dumbfounded. Then Dale steps forward and says, "It's been 20 years. Can you spare a hit?" Several others look like they would like to join him.
You hand Dale the baggy. "Go for it."
"Just a minute." Rick's voice freezes everyone. You figure he's going to confiscate the stash and probably lecture you besides. But he surprises you by saying, "Let's go back to the campsite."
Ten minutes later you're all sharing joints. The grass is gone now so this is a one-time thing and maybe that's why Rick and Shane didn't bother to play drug police. That role has been assumed by the kids who have been well indoctrinated at school.
"Drugs are bad," Sophia whispers.
"Are you all potheads now?" Carl asks.
"I'm a terrible mother." Carol covers her face with her hands. "Right in front of the children." But she doesn't refuse when Andrea passes the joint.
"I know how this looks," Rick tells the kids. "And we're going to talk about it and I'll try to explain. But not tonight. In the morning."
The kids still look disapproving. You remember a couple of things you were saving and go get them. You hand the can of Mountain Dew to Carl and the pack of Juicy Fruit to Sophia. "Join the party you little rug-rats." The comment loses its sting when you laugh. No, it's not a giggle.
The kids smile. Carl pops the top and offers Sophia the first sip. She splits the gum between them. Fucking modern society has turned them into self-righteous prigs but they're polite prigs.
"That is so sweet." Lori gets up and kisses your cheek. She's reached the maudlin stage. It's the loosest everyone has been since that night at the CDC.
T-Dog has only one complaint. "I forgot how powerful the munchies feel when there's nothing to munch on." Food is scarce and it's not what anyone is hungry for at a time like this anyway. Except ...
Glenn catches your eye and gives you that look and you know what you have to do. You offer up the Pringles. Nobody mentions your hoarding, they just fall on the can like hyenas on a gazelle. The chips are parceled out equally and eaten by individual style. Some scarf them in a few bites and then watch as others eat them one by one, licking their fingers after each.
The kids are experiencing their own high, wired on sugar and caffeine. When they crash they go to bed and the rest of you start a serious philosophical discussion about certain classic rock songs. Are they really about drugs? The group is divided between those who think some of the lyrics and song titles are too coincidental to be anything but planned and others who think people read into the songs what they wanted to believe. 'Yellow Submarine' and quaaludes are cited along with 'Horse with No Name' and heroin, and of course 'Puff the Magic Dragon' seems especially appropriate right now. 'Bridge over Troubled Water' is rejected. The women are sure Paul Simon wrote that one when his wife didn't like getting older. Your personal opinion is that some of them were about drugs but that got retconned when the war on drugs started. It's one of those conversations that can only happen under these circumstances. There's no final conclusion but everyone enjoys arguing and no one gets angry. You're all too mellow for that.
The rest of the group settles down for the night. Besides the munchies, toking always makes you horny so you and Glenn sneak away again. When you're a little high your preference for sex is slow and raunchy but you can't be gone too long. Sucking each other simultaneously will give the best bang for the buck in the least amount of time so you're soon laying head to groin. It's a good thing your mouth is full because you feel like being noisier than usual. You can tell when Glenn is close. His hips buck harder, pushing his cock into your throat. You can't stop your own hips from grinding against him. You try to be careful not to thrust too deep because you're big and you don't want him to choke. His mouth is warm and wet and he drags his tongue along the vein on the underside of your cock. You explode within seconds of each other. It takes a few minutes to come down from the high, sexual this time.
"We owe Merle for tonight," Glenn says. "Too bad he wasn't around for the bonding."
"If he was, he wouldn't have shared." You're being honest.
"Did he share with you?"
You smile, remembering a special recipe with a secret ingredient. "Merle wasn't much of a cook but sometimes he made good brownies."