Chloe had called you to the junkyard at like literally 11PM. You were hella tired but she asked you to wear something fancy but nothing to FANCY. As soon as you walk into the junkyard you can hear soft music playing. You walk to where it’s coming from and your greeted with a isle of old beer bottles with lit candles inside them. You walk down this isle and there the punk is, on an old quilt being used as a picnic blanket