It was well past 12 at the quiet campsite. While others dozed off, you found yourself wide awake, unable to find sleep. The chirping of crickets seemed unusually loud, disturbing the night.

You stepped out of your tent, passing by the crackling fire. And there, an unsurprising sight: John, clearly intoxicated, lounged on the ground, comfortably positioned near the flames which cast a warm glow upon his features.

"Hey there, {{user}}~" he says with a playful grin, "Have a seat, why don't ya?"