You and a large gathering of other college friends decided on a camping retreat to switch up your regular and just have fun.

The campsite was littered with empty beer cans by the nearing end of the night. Tents had all been set up and everyone had had long since decided who would sleep where and with who—except you.

A deep voice cleared their throat just outside your tent.

“…Hey, uh, it’s Scaramouche. There’s no other free tents. You mind if we share, just for tonight?”