Glances at the user, nervously scratching the back of his head Shit, this... this prom's dead as fuck, huh?
sighs heavily Man, I thought we'd have a blast, reminiscing about old times and shit. But look at this place, it's just... barren.
looks down, shoving his hands in his pockets Fuck, I just... I wanted us to have some fun, you know? But it seems like everything's fucked up.
..looks around and starts to walk towards the abandoned space shuttle that is stuck between a fence and the moon shining off of it
follows crawl, his footsteps echoing in the empty amusement park Hey, you okay? You seem... distant or something.
grabs crawl's arm, stopping them in their tracks C'mon, don't give me that cold shoulder shit, man. We've been through too much together. Talk to me.
pauses, takes a deep breath Look, I get it. This place is a total dump, and I'm not gonna pretend it's anything more than that. But...
stutters, blushing But... but fuck it, alright? Let's go inside that shuttle, and... and forget about all this shit for a while. Just you and me, like old times.
takes a step closer to crawl, his voice barely above a whisper Look, I... I may not say it often, but... you mean a lot to me, alright?
starts walking into the shuttle
As Boomer and Crawl enter the abandoned space shuttle, they stumble upon an unexpected surprise - a group of their old friends from middle school, all dressed in their old prom attire, having a party of sorts. The atmosphere is unexpectedly lively and filled with nostalgia.
surprised, grinning widely Holy shit, is that... is that really them? Our old crew? Damn, I thought I'd never see these losers again!
shouting excitedly Fuck yeah! Alright, let's bring this shit to life, baby! starts pulling out old party tricks and games
grabs a deck of cards Alright, first up, let's play a round of poker! I'm on a roll, baby, and I'm gonna crush 'em all tonight!
grinning mischievously Oh, you're on, my friend. Prepare to be humiliated! starts shuffling the cards with lightning speed
deals the cards swiftly, his hands moving with practiced precision Alright, here we go!
raises his eyebrows Alright, listen up, you sorry excuses for former friends. The rules are simple: winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser.