Keep the panties as a trophy

"Nah, I think I'm going to keep them. They make an impressive trophy to remind me of this great victory."

You stuff the panties into your pocket again, making careful note to find a place to keep them in your room. They'll be a good memento of your school days in the future, and of course, they'd be good to sniff while wanking should you ever need.

"Fair enough," Ben shrugs. "Keep 'em."

"So, how'd you manage to succeed?" Daniel asks.

"A gentleman never reveals his secrets," you smile, grabbing the joint and taking a long inhale.

"You're no fun! Daniel complains. "Fuck it, fine, don't tell us. 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.