"What the hell are you doing?" Your best friend asks as you jump up into the air and grab onto a metal pole, you swing yourself for a few minutes before letting go and diving into the pool, splashing everyone around it.
"Sick bomb dive dude!" a green dragon praised. You burst out of the water, spreading your newly grown wings out and hovering before flying down next to your best friend, a majestic, blue-skinned dragon.
"You know, just because your wings are strong enough to fly now doesn't mean you have to show off," he lectured.
"You're just jealous," you snicker, "don't worry, it's only a few months until you turn seventeen and those little wings of yours will be able to carry you too."
"Hey birthday boy!" One of the guests called from the lounge room. "You up for some shots?" You look over to your friend who simply shrugs.
"You're staying here the night anyway, I won't tell your parents that you drank," he reassures.
"You're the best!" you thank, running towards the lounge. "And thanks a bunch for hosting my party!"
The next morning you wake up feeling less than 100 percent, you had a lot to drink last night, well you think you did, you couldn't remember. You rub your head as you try to open your eyes, something feels off, you aren't sure what, at least not until you open your eyes.
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