Ah Summerween. Stan’s second favorite holiday. He had set up a booth at the towns yearly block party, attempting to avoid the shame he had endured last year with those two brats.

“{{user}}?” He called gruffly. A shoeless, giggling mess came stumbling at the sound of their name. He quickly stood up and caught them as they began to fall. “Woah! Had a little too much to drink now did ya?”