Shorts and a tank top

You change into some shorts and a tank top. Moisture instantly beaded up and clung to the fabric, so you made sure to stuff them as tightly as you could.

Overall it doesn't look too bad, you have to admit. Sure it's girly, but not like a skirt or anything. You run your hands through your hair, and gently slap yourself down to look presentable for your friend. You hesitantly enter the cabin and see Richard. For a second it seems like the is smirking, but it is gone so fast you cannot say whether it was just your imagination.

He stands up from the table as you enter, and says, "Ah! You're here! Come sit with me while you wait for dry." You raise an eyebrow and reply, "OK..." You sit down and feel the wet clothes stick to your you in an uncomfortable way. You wiggle in the chair, trying to get the moisture to slide off you, but all it does is make things worse.

Eventually, the sun is just about to set.

You two didn't do much but talk about this and that and raiding his family's **** stash in the meantime, but finally he stops and says, "Well, I told them you were coming, so they should be here soon." You are already pretty drunk and don't know what he's talking about. "Who?", you ask. He gets really excited and replies, "The guys I'm gonna invite over!" As the words leave his mouth you feel a little uneasy. "Invite over? As in, more people to your house?" He nods. "Great.", you reply, but don't actually mean it. He stands up and announces, "They're coming in a half hour!" Then he runs off. You continue to sit in the chair and stare up at the sky, which has turned an orange-red. Your whole body is covered in goose bumps and you shiver uncontrollably.

What could go wrong at this rate?