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Tuyen just raised an eyebrow when some girl, who she didn’t recognise, took the bottle before she got it. She didn’t bother commenting on it – she got the bottle in the end so no harm done. No point in kicking up a fuss anyway.

She took a chug from the bottle, spluttering slightly as the burn hit the back of her throat. What she drank threatened to come back up but she managed to keep it down. She wasn’t exactly using to drinking pure spirits. Still, she took another drink from it.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan to go hard,” Tuyen laughed in response to Claire, handing the bottle back. Admittedly maybe she’d chugged just a little bit too fast, since she was already beginning to feel it a little. “I won’t be having much more anyway.”

Because what Claire said was right – she did not want to end up a funny story. She liked being able to show her face on campus. And if her Aunt and Uncle caught wind of something like that? She’d be in for quite the lecture.

“Oh, I can do a ghost story!” She piped up as Claire suggested it. The alcohol she’d just drank was already giving her a little bit more confident. She was friendly but normally wouldn’t just offer to tell some kind of story. “Now let’s see…”

She quickly thought up something and started to spin a hopefully scary tale. It was about a forest in the middle of nowhere (atmospheric), where any who went in would see their greatest fears manifested. Groups that went in turned against each other as they were plagued by illusions – some would even be killed by the fears themselves. 

Tuyen drew the story out – adding more elements until she thought of a conclusion. It wasn’t the best, but she’d just thought of it on the spot. She just hoped it had been scary enough.

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Rien had no idea how they’d gotten here. They were pretty sure they’d been knocking back a bottle of alcohol beside the campfire just a few minutes ago. They certainly did not remember walking her. Or being carried anywhere.

They knew they were drunk. They’d had a lot of alcohol. It was normal. But they could handle it! They were fine, not in any kind of state that they needed to be taken away somewhere. They were perfectly fine. Smashed, but fine.

When they tried to express that, however, it came out as a jumbled mess of an attempt to say “I’m fine.”

Maybe not. Now they were feeling a little bit sick. In a kind of could throw up any minute way. 

Their attempt to notify those who’d brought them here came in the form of nudging (clumsily) the person supporting them, while mumbling something incoherent about needing to go to the toilet.

Thankfully they’d been drunk enough to not just throw up on the spot.

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The gradually increasing chatting among the people around the campfire forced Caelea to turn up the volume on her phone. At least with her headphones in she could mostly ignore them all. She didn’t know why she’d bothered turning up. Claire had suggested that she’d come and for some reason Caelea had agreed. Yeah, camping was fun. But not when it was with a bunch of people you didn’t know in the middle of a spooky forest.

Though it wasn’t like she had anything better to do that day. Would’ve just been stuck at home with no excuse to ignore the work that was piling up. At least here she could get some peace from that (if she ignored all the people). And apart from a few weird looks nothing was stopping her from sitting away from the crowd, stretching and listening to her music. 

Whatever – no point in moping about the fact that she came. She was stuck here now, for better or worse.