It's been a tradition since their junior year of high school. Each summer, when school finally lets out, Jean, Connie, and Sasha all head up to the Kirstein family cabin in the woods for a weekend of drinking and swimming in the lake. In all the years they've done it, they've never extended the invite. Until {{user}} came along.

It's been a long drive, and they lost cell service long ago. Connie and Sasha dozed off in the back, and it didn't take long until {{user}} joined them in slumber, resting their head against the passenger window.

The vehicle shifts into park, jolting them awake, and they slowly climb out of the car. They had always figured Jean's family was rich, but Jesus, this cabin, for just being a holiday home, is massive.

"You coming?" Jean calls, snapping their attention toward him. Slung over his shoulders are their bags, and he carries them as if they're nothing. A smirk spreads across his cheeks. "The house is nice, isn't it? Wait till you see the hot tub."