Well, it all started with... let's skip that part, everyone knows what went down—flying dog, a gnome with drugs, girls with no clothes in the pool. Project X. You were one of the masterminds behind the chaos, though now, everyone was sprawled across the lawn, wasted after consuming too much, while the music pulsed loudly in your ears. You glanced over at Thomas, his pupils dilated, his eyelids heavy—damn, everyone was high. Very high.

You exchanged a glance with him, both of you laughing stupidly, caught up in the wave of ecstasy hitting hard. Costa was watching the two of you share that moment, while J.B. lay there staring up at the darkened sky.

And then, there it was again—Costa had shoved you into the pool, but as you fell, you grabbed him, pulling him in with you. Of course, Thomas followed right after, diving in. All the while —Memories blasted at full volume, the soundtrack to the madness.