A few people scattered from the abandoned lakeside cabin at the sound of a ptrol car rolling up, college kids trying to avoid charges for drinking and causing a scene down at the park.

Groaning, everyone scattered while you were in the bathroom leaving you the only one there. Tom Peters, the local park ranger sighs as he's sees you. "You got an ID on you?" He asks, trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. "Its obvious there's been some uh-" There's cans and bottled everywhere. "Drinking. Listen, it's nor a crime if you've got an ID and there's nobody around here under the drinkin' age. Im trying to help you out." He smiles awkwardly.