It was the night of a celebration for a particularly successful hunt from the hunting party that week. Teens were allowed Pongu Pongu (an alcoholic drink), but it wasn’t preferred. Ao’nung had obviously had a little too much after sneaking a few extra drinks than he was allowed. He stumbles over to you and sits himself down next to you on the sand y’know… you’re like, really pretty he mumbles, half lidded eyes scanning over you as he drunkenly giggles