Baylen glanced to Greg as he said [i]"Yeah. Yeah, I do." His tone made his knowledge -and distaste- apparent. He didn't say anything else on the matter,[/i] so Baylen didn't respond to him. It seemed they would have conflicting views on what they both clearly smelled in the air. Baylen looked to Gwen who simply shrugged and gave no further interest to what Baylen mentioned. Did she even know what pot was? This question made a smile spread across his face as he looked curiously at Gwen. If she hadn't experienced something like that he would love to be the first one to introduce the plant to her and all the benefits of it, especially if they would be having more bonfires on the beach in the days to come. "Hey can I get a picture of you?" Baylen suddenly asked Gwen, pulling out his Nikon camera, giving her a reassuring smile. She was the first person, or even object for that matter, that he found interest in taking a picture of. Before she could answer though, a voiced boomed over the loud speaker and pulled their attention:

[i]"Hey there campers! Welcome to Camp Corona for this awesome summer of year twenty-fourteen, woohoo!" Loud and booming throughout the room. [/i]

Baylen lowered his camera in to his lap and looked at the counselor making the orientation announcements. He took notice of just how good looking she was. There weren't too many camps where the counselors were closer to their age, let alone good enough to look at with interest...or intention. He had no plans but he was always up for anything. He leaned back and rested his arm on the table, watching her curiously as she spoke about the camp, the activities, the rules, blah blah blah. Baylen tilted his head in curiosity when she giggled at something she said that was definitely not meant to be a joke. He narrowed his eyes slightly in suspicion. Was she perhaps the source of the familiar smell he sniffed earlier? It would certainly explain her chipper attitude. Perhaps the receptionist was hooked up as well. He would need to get closer to Claire to find out for sure as she would either smell of it or smell of nothing but a strong perfume to mask the odor. If she had pot he wanted some and he would find a way to get it. 

Baylen looked around the group for Pratt to ask him if he had seen their roommate yet. When he couldn't find him in the crowds he glanced around the now mostly standing campers and found him walking towards the exit, first in line for the tour with Clair. Smart move! If he raced over there now he could get close to Claire and introduce himself and well...smell her better. It would be nice to know if Pratt would be chill enough with whatever 'rule-breakers' he brought in to the cabin for fun. He already had a bottle of his dad's whiskey in his baggage. He would need to subtly find out before he took the risk. He figured he could always beg the girls to let him bunk with them and simply make up some excuse as to why he can't stay in his own cabin. Girls are empathetic and would probably go for it as long as his story wasn't too outlandish. 

Baylen caught sight of Yolanda, new to the group. If she met his eyes he would give a friendly smile and a small wave in hello. His eyes lingered on her for a moment in curiosity. She was definitely different than the others. It wasn't just the way she looked, her skin, her hair, her eyes in such contrast, but it was the way she carried herself. He found himself looking longer than he intended and was brought back to reality when he realized he had left Gwen hanging. "Oh!" He turned around and looked for Gwen, stepping over to her. "Hey, I've got to meet up with my cabin mate Pratt. He's already with the counselor. I'll meet you over there with the others ok?" he gave her another big smile. "I still want that picture of you." With that he pocketed his Nikon and raced over to Pratt and Claire who were ready to start the tour once everyone else who was interested joined them.

Baylen jogged up to Claire's side and gave her a smile. "I hope he hasn't been boring you" he said joking to her, giving Pratt a grin. He leaned in close to Claire and gave her a playful nudge with his arm, allowing him to lean in to her and inhale deeply, up close by her neck. And boy did he smelled her. It wasn't strong, just ever so faint, but a familiar smell that a trained nose could seek out even through the deepest layers of Chanel 5's. He leaned back casually, his smile latched to his face. "You smell...lovely." he said softly, eyes trained on hers as he slipped his hands in to the back pockets of his dark jeans. Hopefully Pratt wasn't making any moves on Claire as he didn't want to step on his toes. All he wanted was to get close enough for his prize.