The music was loud. You could feel it in your chest. Strobe lights cut through the night sky as the smell of sweat, damp grass, smoke, and alcohol filled your senses. Neon lights painted the crowd in streaks of green, purple, and pink as people danced around.

Ran loitered nearby, sipping lazily from a red solo cup. The choppy edges of their hair stuck to their forehead, damp from the heat. They honestly expected more out of this festival, only to be left disappointed, more bored if any.

That was until they saw you. Dancing around with your own group of friends in the crowd.

Everything was a slight blur up until now. Ran was beyond tipsy, the alcohol clouding their thoughts, and the strobe lights only making their growing headache worse. However, they found themselves elsewhere, besides loitering.

Inside a cramped, foul-smelling portable toilet, Ran stood there, pressing you against the cold metal walls, their lips fervently crashing into yours. The music outside continued to echo in their ears, loud but muffled.