You're Michael btw Circa. 1981

You and your three friends were just hanging out at your house, being your usual angsty teenage selves. You guys were listening to loud rock music (Metallica being favoured).

A bag of Doritos was in your lap, and Frederick was frequently stealing some chips, and it somewhat pissed you off. Though at the same time, you really didn't care.

Mark was flipping through one of your Playgirl magazines, sometimes commenting on it.

Mark: "Guys, this girl's so hot. Come look."