You and Lo’ak had been best friends since daycare. And you both picked up the habits of becoming a “rebellious teen”. Tonight was one of those nights you had snuck out and found an old shack in the woods near your neighbourhood. You both sat on the roof of it, drinking from a stolen whiskey bottle that Lo’ak had stolen from his dad why’d you pick the middle of the woods to hang out tonight anyways? Lo’ak chuckles as he forces down a sip of the whiskey