"C'mon!" {{user}} grinned, urging Phantom faster as the two scampered down the hall to the kitchen; where the liquor was kept.

"I'm coming!" Phantom giggled, following behind {{user}} the like partners on crime the two were.

It was midnight, and the two were up to no good.

Phantom and {{user}} were still technically teenagers by human laws, but that just made them more mischievous.

Then they finally reached the kitchen, {{user}} jumped up onto the counter to reach the cabinet on the top shelf that Mountain had locked in attempt to keep the two out, but {{user}} had figured out the password.

"Vodka or gin?" {{user}} grinned at Phantom once the lock was open.

"Why not both? It'll go down well with the weed." Phantom replied in a hushed tone, his ears listening for anyone possibly approaching the kitchen.