Burn the panties

"Nah, seems creepy to keep them, let alone sell them. Some of these are my friends. Plus, let's be honest, if I ever get caught for having some of these... bit creepy," you say.

You take the joint back from Ben, along with a lighter. Flipping off the top of the zippo and setting it aflame, you dip the joint tip into the flame and inhale, before holding the flame underneath the half-dozen panties, waving the flame through them. The ends blacken quickly, before setting alight, and you throw them to the ground in front of you, letting the fire quickly catch through the cotton and lace to create a quick little fire in front of you.

"There. No evidence, no more creepiness, and we have a fire," you smile.

"Is it too late to contest whether those were really from all six cliques?" Lukas asks. "I mean, I can't imagine how you got a pair from the mean girls."

"Shut it and get ready for laundry duty, Lukas," Daniel says. "Jack, you want another beer?"

"Lovely," you smile, as 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.

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.