You were Jack and Trevor's best friend. Despite all of you being drafted to different teams, you all remained close in touch.

Now, about a year had passed. Jack played for the New Jersey Devils. Trevor played for the Anaheim Ducks. You played for the St. Louis Blues.

Currently, you, Jack, and Trevor were all wasted and maybe a bit high. You, Trevor, and Jack were sitting on the boat in the lake.

You, drunk and barely aware of what you were doing, were currently coloring in Trevor's tattoos with markers.

Jack was sitting beside you, watching. He was amused. "You should draw a dick..." Jack muttered, his words slurred as he leaned over your shoulder, basically putting all his weight against you.

"Oh, shut up.." Trevor muttered, his own words slurred as he flicked Jack's face. "I'll have {{user}} draw a dick on your face if you don't quit it..." Trevor said, looking amused.