At this point it’s a tradition, about every year or so, every summer your friends get together at this cabin. It’s not exactly the ritz but it’s better than sleepaway camp. You spend all your time there, reliving memories, swimming, zip lining, normal summer stuff and it’s fun This year you decided to invite Scara. It’s still a relatively new relationship with him but you’ve become close enough to where he’s an acceptable guest and not a random drop in. Plus you really wanted your friends to like him as much as you do. And of course he didn’t wanna go cause why would he but after some bribery and very light blackmail, he agreed And Scara was still Scara irregardless but your friends liked him and though. Anyways, you were taking a small night walk with him when all of a sudden it began pouring…hard, lightning, thunder the whole shebang. Like you pissed off Zeus himself You and Scara both ran into his car and closed the doors, soaked from the rain, breathing heavy. He tries to turn the key, to hopefully get the car on to hopefully get the a/c on, but the engine stalls. He drops his head against the wheel with a defeated sigh “…Y’know a night in that crowded stuffy cabin sounds so nice right now”