Misty at Burning Man

Misty had never been to Burning Man before. She hated techno, being more of a punk, and couldn't stand hippies. But, her friend had offered to pay for everything, and a party was a party. If nothing else, she could go and make fun of everyone! Plus there was supposedly free booze and **** out there, which was a major plus for Misty!

So, after a long drive, their RV arrived in the Black Rock desert. Misty, already a few beers deep, stepped out of the vehicle with her friends. She had freshly dyed her hair, blue fading up to her natural blonde, and wore torn up black jean shorts, tall boots, a beat up old Black Flag shirt and a denim vest, complete with shoulder spikes.

"I'm gonna go explore, see if I can find anything fun in hippieville." Misty said.

"Okay, we'll set up camp." her friend Rachel said.

"Be careful, it's super easy to get lost out here." Alex chimed in.

"Yeah yeah, so you keep saying. See ya'll later!" Misty took off in a random direction, setting out to see what Burning Man was all about...