{{user}} and London had been friends since they were kids. Practically joined at the hip since elementary school, and since of course their families had been pretty close growing up. Their mothers were best friends// so naturally they became besties too. They never went out without the other one, always needing the others presence to actually have a good time.

And good times they had. Partying and getting into trouble all throughout high school. It’s just what they did. Drank and smoke their worries away, they had one another after all. What else mattered?

He was there when {{user}} broke up with their first partner. And {{user}} was there when London’s Ex cheated on him. Comforting each other through all the hookups and rising issues, family troubles and all the other mushy stuff. They had each other. Even still, at the ages of 21 they were still partying through their college years.

Tonight was the night of one of the towns most infamous bands parties. They were playing all their hits in an underground tunnel. And the place was just crawling with people. Booze and weed was being smoked, people danced and made out as far as the eye could see. Their whole group of friends was there to make it better.

“Drink it bitch!” Chloe cheered, practically wasted already as she clung to her boyfriend Dean.

Everyone in the circle was encouraging their friend Mark to down three shots of straight vodka. Chanting and banging on the table as he lined up the shots.

“This is easy shit, maybe dare me to do something hard!” Mark taunted, throwing them back easily. It definitely earned a roar from their group.

But London stood next to {{user}}, smoke bellowing from his lips from the cigarette he was casually smoking. A beer in his other hand.

“How much you wanna bet he’ll be puking in like twenty minutes?” He chuckled, his tongue flicking at his lip ring.