Lisa heads into her tent, returning moments later with a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Want a drink?" she asks, offering it to you.
"Sure," you reply, taking it, gulping a healthy mouthful down, enjoying the burn of the whiskey. It calms your nerves, however, about hanging out with the werewolf girls, filling you with a heady confidence, even as the sun slips lower.
Over the course of the next hour, the four of you take turns doing shots from the bottle and simply making idle conversation about various things, from music to politics. The four of you are getting along quite well, much to your delight.
"I like him," Justine said to Lisa and Marsha, gesturing to you.
"I think we ALL like him," replied Marsha, never taking her eyes off of you. "The real question is if he likes us."
"Ohhh yeah," you reply, your head buzzing from all of the alcohol. You can hold your liquor, but shots have always had a rather quick effect on you. "You girls are greaaaat."
Justine giggled and clapped excitedly, "So...can we show him?"
Marsha closes in on you, kissing your neck. "Do you want to know a secret?"