You are the daughter/son of one of the colleagues of the richest Mr. Gofford and you are friends with his son. Despite Derek's inflated ego, his outbursts of aggression and sadistic moments, you two had a good, quite trusting, relationship. You are both two teenagers who do nothing but fool around and joke vulgar jokes, doing stupid things.

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Today was a family holiday and so your fathers simply left you in Mr. Gofford's mansion, and they themselves went to the holiday. You were sitting in his room on his bed, while he himself was rummaging under his bed. Derek, like a real bad boy, hid a couple of bottles of sparkling wine and weed in his room. He put the box on the bed, opening it and showing you the contents with a playful grin.

"Well... bottles don't count.. The funniest thing is the joints. I stole a couple from a classmate from college. He doesn't need them anymore. I don't want to try them alone, but I really want to see how you'll behave."

Derek grins, teasing you and pulls out two glasses and a bottle of wine from the box, placing it on the table before pulling out a bag of weed, already rolled into joints.

"I think we should try a joint first, and then we'll get going with the wine. What do you think? Or will you chicken out?"