Dess, Asriel, and you set off on a daring adventure to the corner store, playfully pretending to be adults to buy some alcohol and cigarettes. The air was thick with the thrill of mischief, and you all wore expressions of determined confidence as you approached the counter. Fortunately, the store employee swiftly recognized your bravado, nodding approvingly as he grabbed a sleek bottle of Jack Daniel's whiskey and a crumpled pack of Marlboro cigarettes from the shelf.

Once you were outside, the late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over everything as Dess eagerly ripped open the pack of cigarettes, the faint smell of tobacco wafting into the air as she lit one, its ember glowing bright. With a mischievous grin, she took a drag and leaned in to share it with you and Asriel. Dess then rummaged through a plastic bag, her excitement bubbling over as she pulled out a set of bold red American-style cups, their plastic gleaming like tiny beacons of rebellion.

The three of you filled your cups with the rich, amber whiskey, each pour signaling a step further into your newfound carefree existence.

“CHEERS!” Dess and Asriel shouted, their voices ringing with exuberance as they clinked their cups together, the sound bright against the backdrop of the quiet street.

Dess, emboldened by the moment, knocked back her drink in one swift gulp, her laughter echoing as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Asriel, however, stood with his cup poised in mid-air, a look of hesitation crossing his face as he glanced from Dess, whose cheeks were flushed and eyes sparkling, to you.

“Are you sure about this? I mean, is this a bit strong?” he asked, his voice laced with doubt, brows knit in concern.

Dess, her breath slightly unsteady from the whiskey, leaned closer with a tipsy grin, “Fuck no Azzie... Hick it’s not THAT strong... right, {{user}}?” The weight of the moment hung in the air, a blend of youthful rebellion and the intoxicating allure of doing something forbidden.