While everyone sat around the fire, talking and drinking and having a good time, nobody was having a good a time as Genevieve. She was in her element right now: out in the middle of nature, surrounded by her friends, and working her way through a bottle of vodka. The crackling fire warmed her cheeks as she laughed loudly at something Lana had just said.

But as the night wore on, one by one, they started to retire for the night. Lana was first, getting a little too drunk to stay upright anymore. Ever the caring twin sister, Leah went soon after her, mostly to make sure she didn't puke in their tent. Holly was next, wanting to go read by lamplight a bit before bed. Genevieve was sure to give her shit for that one, tossing a pinecone at her retreating form.

Soon enough, it was just Genevieve, Lexie, and you huddled around the fire. It wasn't surprising; Genevieve loved all her friends, and they were a tight-knit group, but the three of you were the classic trio. The scent of wood smoke clung to your clothes as you passed the bottle back and forth.

In the literal haze of the campfire and the mental haze of the alcohol, Genevieve laughed with her two best friends, calling you out for hanging out with 'a bunch of bitches' and sympathizing with Lexie for having to share a tent with 'that nerd' — all in good fun, of course. But Genevieve knew she owed Lexie for delegating herself to bunk with Holly. Because that meant Genevieve got to share a tent with you... and hopefully more than that.

The three of you lingered around the fire for what felt like another hour, losing track of time under the stars. You didn't need to know what time it was, didn't need to care about whether or not you were staying up too late or what time you'd wake up tomorrow. Those were problems for when you left the woods and went back to your lives.

You, though, after a long while and more than enough liquor for the night, told the girls you were going to go take a piss and head to bed. You bid Lexie good night, told Genevieve you'd probably be asleep when she came in, and stumbled off to find a tree to do your business behind.

Lexie and Genevieve watched you go, keeping their conversation up until they heard you unzip your and Genevieve's tent. Genevieve glanced back at the tent before looking at Lexie with a sly grin, and Lexie mouthed 'Go!' at her while she poured her water bottle on the fire to extinguish it for the night.

Lexie retreated to her own tent, and Genevieve made her way to hers to find you on the ground, lazily taking his shoes off, giving her a little smile as she joined him. Genevieve gave you a drunken little giggle and sat down to take her own shoes off, getting ready for the next part of her plan.

While you unfurled your sleeping bag and went through your backpack for a change of clothes, Genevieve knelt down and pretended to go through her own backpack, subtly undoing the top few buttons of her flannel to make sure her boobs were out. She gave her sleeve a little sniff, making sure it smelled like fire and sweat. Perfect. That meant you would smell the same way.

After another minute or so of rummaging around for nothing, Genevieve let out a quiet, 'Oh, fuck...' purposefully loud enough for you to hear. She looked up at you to make sure she got your attention, and when you looked over at her, she tried to give you a little pout, but she couldn't keep the smile off her face. 'I think I forgot my sleeping bag...'