The year is 1978.

Whizzer and {{user}} were walking back home together after a night out when it suddenly began to rain. Hard. The cold raindrops pelted them, and by the time they made it home, they were both soaking wet.

Whizzer shut and locked the door behind the two of them as he ran a hand through his soaked hair.

“Jesus...” Whizzer muttered under his breath, turning to look at {{user}}.