A loser's return

You send Lukas a text, quickly ascertaining his location, and begin trudging over until you spot the burning light of embers and smell the scent of illegal ****. You trudge forward, finding Daniel, Ben and Lukas sitting on a log, passing a joint between them.

"Oh, well look who it is," Lukas smiles. "How'd it go?"

"Oh, shut it," you say. "Pass me a beer."

Daniel throws a cider through the air and you catch it by the neck, quickly twisting off the cap and guzzling down the sweet mixture.

"I was so fucking close," you moan, as Lukas smiles.

"You should've never taken the bet, dude," Ben chuckles.

"Yeah, you'll be up to your neck in laundry for the next week," Daniel nods.

"At least that'll give you access to all the dirty underwear you could ever want," Lukas says.

"Yeah. Silver linings," you shrug. "Fuck it, just let me get drunk and forget about it."

"Fair enough," Lukas nods, offering you the joint. "Smoke up."

For the rest of the night, you drink, smoke and talk about meaningless things until the moon is high in the sky, before you all end up stumbling home through the trees and back into bed.