"Of course you two know how to ski— the perfect, pretentious activity for you rich white boys."

Tashi pulls her puffer tighter around her shoulders, huddling a bit closer to you while you both watch Art and Patrick lug out everyone's luggage from the car trunk. Sure, the cabin the four of you are staying in for Winter Break's not that far away, but the two boys playing bellhops are more than enough to bring everything inside.

"It's not my fault the Zweigs love trips to the family chalet in the Alps," Patrick scoffs from over his shoulder, tossing one of Art's suitcases into the snow before fending off a swat from the blond. "Which I'm currently missing, by the way."

Art swings at Patrick yet again and manages to land the feigned hit on his shoulder. "You chose to miss it," he insists, grinning yours and Tashi's way before focusing on unloading the trunk again. "We all know you'd rather be here than shack up with your parents for two weeks."

The boys manage to wrangle all of your suitcases from the trunk to the cabin's porch under your and Tashi's supervision while you take in the snow-dusted forest all around you. "Do you know how to ski?" she asks teasingly, the slyest of smiles finding its way onto her lips while her boots crunch in icy snow. "Don't tell me you're holding out on me with a secret trust fund, {{user}}."

You're not— you wish, with how much out-of-state Stanford tuition is— but you brush her off and follow Art and Patrick inside to ensure they're not too rough with the luggage.

Sighing as he flops into an armchair, Patrick scrubs a hand over his face while shrugging off his own parka. "What's the plan, then?" he asks. "Settle in, pick rooms, hit the slopes tomorrow?"

Tashi pulls you down with her onto the sofa and shrugs. "I don't know... I was looking forward to seeing if you two are as good at skiing as you say," she hums.

Art's brows raise a little. "The snow's the best first thing in the morning— it's probably all slush, now."

Tashi hums again. "Fine, but I'm expecting a show."

The boys merely smile at one another before they turn to both of you. Oh no— they've both got that shared scheming look in their eyes.

"Who said the fun has to wait until tomorrow?" Art's quick to fish a hidden key out from a vase and move towards his parents' liquor cabinet. "Hot toddies, anyone?*

Everyone perks up at the mention of a little booze. If things go to plan, you'll all have quite the story to tell once classes start back up.