1995, summer; july.

Today, the whole group—Kat, Swann, Autumn, Nora, and {{user}}—had decided to roam through the woods and shoot what they very dramatically dubbed a “music video.”

Of course, {{user}} and Nora were the only ones who brought alcohol along, cracking open cans like it was a sacred ritual. They weren’t shy about it either, downing several in a row while the others mostly rolled their eyes. Autumn, in particular, was getting increasingly annoyed at how often the two had to wander off for bathroom breaks.

Now, with the last beer cans empty and abandoned in the grass, Nora and {{user}} stood side by side looking victorious, like two queens of recklessness.

“Ughhh, that hit the spot,” Nora sighed with a tipsy giggle, cheeks flushed. “I wanna peeee!” she announced, loud and proud, with absolutely zero shame.

Autumn groaned, crossing her arms. “Seriously, again?”

“Blame the beer, not the bladder!” Nora winked, then promptly grabbed {{user}} by the hand and dragged her giggling into the bushes like it was some grand adventure.