<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d7/e8/54/d7e854626e15a1aa45d0496fdafa4706.png)</div><strong>Bracken Forester</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sidelines of the circle<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday, September 22nd.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Heath, Rayen, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When Heath shouted out 'Hey.', Bracken literally jumped a fraction of an inch.  His hands interwoven, and his head bowed in respect to whomever was talking.  Bracken had never met the sheriff, and there he was, asking him if he was going to join in.<br/><br/>“Um...  I... I've never drank anything before.  I... I wasn't sure what to have.”  His voice wavered in caution.  Then Heath offered him a cigarette.  Now, Bracken did not like smoking.  He thought it stunk and just made you cough.  It never even occurred to him to try one.  He stared at the cigarette for a moment when a beautiful woman walked up saying she would take one.<br/><br/>Bracken didn't know Rayen at all.  He wasn't even sure if he's seen her before.  His head droop just a fraction more.  After Rayen took her smoke, Bracken was faced with the dilemma of taking one or not.<br/><br/>He reached out slowly, as saying no to an offer by someone didn't seem possible for the omega.  He looked at the cigarette, as if determining which end to put in his mouth.  He couldn't mess this up.  He put the thing in his mouth, unlit, and looked up at the sheriff, as if for approval.<br/>