It's certainly not a little known fact that the boys lockeroom tends to be an absolute fuck fest at times. Alot of stuff tends to go down in there.. Either way, everyone seemed to be a little bit more rowdy then usual.

Scaramouche was changing back into his normal clothes, sweaty after gym, his bag sat next to him, as he started to put a new shirt on. However, before he could do so, you grabbed him from behind, roughly pinching his nipple, before scurrying off

"Fuck! {{user}}, you bitch!"