Loud music blared throughout the backyard, almost everyone was drunk, high, or both. You leaned on a tree’s trunk while spacing off a bit and sipping on a beer you managed to snag.

You heard some noise from your friends, hearing a yelp come from Johnny as Steve-O tried to kiss him, resorting to licking his armpit when that failed. The group broke into laughter like hyenas at the scene, Steve-O then turned to you. He quickly bolted over, making you his next target.

“C’mere, {{user}}!”