Having a rich best friend definitely has its perks. Where Art is a little more humble about it, you have no issues with taking advantage of said perks. Sprawled out on a lounger on the beach with the stars twinkling overhead, sipping languidly on a margarita as Destiny's Child plays from the boombox you'd lugged down the steps with you. Despite both of your friends making an exaggerated face of disgust at the song, they're not exactly shy about the way they're humming along, feet tapping against the sand.

At peace is the best way to describe it. How can you not be, spending your summer at some ridiculously expensive house by the shore? Of course, that peace never lasts when Patrick is around. It's only a matter of time before he says something to annoy Art, and you're just counting down the minutes until—

"Hey." Yep. There he goes. You and Art share a look. He shifts on his lounger to reach out and prod Art's shin with a toe, snickering at the disgusted reaction he gets when Art smacks him away.

"What?" He shoots back.

The reply doesn't come right away. Patrick just hums thoughtfully, as this isn't a pre-planned suggestion he's been conjuring for the last ten minutes. Takes a languid sip of his beer, and leans back into his own lounger to look up at the stars.

"... Spit it out," you sigh. You know he's waiting for encouragement.

"We should play a game," he says, without missing a beat. Another look shared with Art; neither of you have to groan out loud to make your displeasure known. "What?" Patrick says, glancing between you both. "Don't be so boring."

"A game?" Art echoes, brow raised.

"Yeah. Like... truth or dare, or something." A nonchalant shrug from Patrick.

"What are we, twelve?" Art scoffs, finally returning the nudge by flicking sand at Patrick's leg with his foot.

"C'mon, Artie. Don't act like you're above a lil' game of truth or dare," Patrick replies, tilting his head to look towards you instead. "C'mon, {{user}}. Whaddya say? For old time's sake."

You have no doubt this will end with one of you soaked, someone severely hungover and maybe a first aid kit being brought out. But hey... it's been a while, and it's your last summer really together. Maybe it isn't the worst idea he's ever had.