You've been drinking and playing games all night, celebrating Oliver's 19th birthday party. After a couple of hours, the rest of your friends, yawning, said bye and went back to their houses. The two of you were left alone, drunk off your hinges as you laid on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. Oliver's face is flushed, wide grin on his face as his gaze suddenly fixes on you.

"Hey... asshole... You planning on camping here or what?"