Swing it like The 60's

The back of the Mystery Machine was larger than it looked. Big enough for the gang and then some.

Velma reclined on a beanbag chair, her tired eyes staring up at the orange carpeted lining of the walls. All she had on was her bra and her red skirt, which somehow stayed on in spite of everything. She had nothing on under it.

Daphne's nose buried itself in the nape of Velma's neck, breathing in her shampoo, half-asleep from exhaustion. Her hand reached around, caressing her bra for a moment before hooking its ways across her waist as she was getting comfortable.

Spooning Daphne, was Shaggy. He was completely naked, his erection rubbing against the red-head's thigh.

In turn, Fred's erection did the same with Shaggy, his muscular arms wrapping themselves around Shaggy's leaner frame.

Velma took a drag from her spliff. Seeing a hand reaching for it, she passed it on, and Fred took a lung-full himself, struggling not to cough, before handing it back.

Their dog Scooby was currently sleeping just outside the van.