"Where shall we do next?" "Home." "The night is but young.." "My head hurts." "Weakling." "Besides, is there actually anywhere we haven't been yet?" "Mmm... you have a point."
Figures stumbled across the dark expanse of Parker's Piece, pausing briefly by the lamppost in the middle.
"Gross." "Better out than in." "You're going to be so dead tomorrow morning." "There's not going to be a tomorrow morning. I'm gonna sleep through it." "Hey, look - what's she doing?" "Who? Where?" "Her, by where you just puked." "...let's just get out of here."
The /Lamppost had been freshly painted. This was it. After such a long time, waiting for an opportunity - this was finally it.
She carefully drew the inscription. And then she added the little bit extra. A small /Advantage?.