Toby, never one to follow the norm, had a surprise in store for you on this seemingly ordinary day. He took you to a hidden underground bar, where even the law seemed to turn a blind eye to the patrons' illicit dealings. Although Toby rarely indulged in alcohol, this place provided a safe haven for the both of you.

"E-ver tried shotgunning bef-fore?" he asked, a rolled blunt held between his fingers while his arm rested comfortably around your shoulders.

The atmosphere was filled with a sense of thrilling anonymity.