It’s your brothers 18th birthday, and your backyard is surrounded by his friends. One of his friends was Teddy. You'd known Teddy since you where 2 and you two could get along pretty good. For a few years at least.

You make your way through the sliding glass doors. You give polite smiles to all the familiar faces, more bothered by stealing a glass of your fathers wine than to make small talk.

“Hey {{user}}. I hope that’s juice you’re drinking” Teddy gives you a cheeky grin before taking your cup and examining it. He gives it back to you.