Keep pushing!

Wincing in pain, you summon every bit of strength you can find and tear forward, feeling the pain in your chest stab and tear at your insides. Legs flying through the air, you keep going as you burst into the trees, tearing past the trees as you run. As the pain in your chest intensifies, you wonder how bad it'll look if they find you dead from a heart-attack in the middle of the woods, pockets stuffed full of panties.

Your eyes flash as you see burning embers fall and smell the scent of illegal ****. You sprint the last few steps forward, finding Daniel, Ben and Lukas sitting on a log, passing a joint between them. You pause, looking at at them for a moment as you savour their wide-eyed expressions.

"Fuck," Lukas swears.

"Time!" you pant, as Daniel checks his watch.

"Shit, you made it. If you've the underwear, of course."

You pull out the panties, holding out the half-dozen panties in front of you.

"Suck it. I'm the fucking greatest," you say, dropping to your knees and leaning up against a tree. "Jesus, I'm tired. I need air. And water."

Daniel offers you a beer, a wry smile on his face as you snatch the joint off Lukas, taking a deep drag, before gulping down a mouthful of beer.

"Oh, that's close enough," you say.

Lukas looks at the panties, a wide array of colours, patterns, fabrics and more, sighing.

"Oh, I'm going to have to do so much fucking laundry," he moans.

"Serves you right, dumbass. Shouldn't have fucked with me."

"I guess that means you win the argument, huh?" Daniel says.

"What argument?"

"The argument about whether you're gay or not. You know, the whole reason you started this."

"Oh yeah," Lukas says. "Well let's be honest, we knew he wasn't gay."

"Then why did you even do this?" Daniel asks.

"Thought it'd be funny," Lukas says. "Guess that bit me in the ass."

"Don't worry, mate. I'll visit you when you're doing the laundry. And I'll bring the filthiest, most horrendously dirty pairs of underwear I can find, just to watch you have to fucking deal with them," you grin.

"Oh, get the shit-eating grin off your face," Lukas says.

"I literally can't," you say, grabbing a bottle of rum from Ben's bag and taking a swig. "God, this feels great. Alright, let's play some music and get drunk, I'm in the mood to celebrate."

"So, what are you going to do with the underwear?" Ben asks.

"Oh, these? Fuck it, I don't know."

"I'll pay you twenty bucks for them," Ben suggests.

You ponder for a moment. Might be a bit risky to keep these around as evidence, given some of their origins. Not to mention how creepy it is, but that's neither here nor there.