It wouldn't be that unnatural for any one of you to carry a water canteen around for long days of training. It was rather easy for you to slip some heavy sleep medicine from the health lodge into one of them either. The mix could be catastrophically...satisfying.
Popping out from the corner, you offer your canteen to Sasha, saying "For you."
An ever so grateful Sasha grabs the canteen from your hands.
"Thanks, buddy!"
Sasha eagerly opened the canteen and chugged the drugged water down. Drops of liquid, some Sasha's body sweat, others condensation from the bottle, dripped down into the soil below. Luckily for you, she drank the entire canteen.
"That tasted a little funny," she said, gasping for breath, "but it was cold and refreshing, so who am I to complain?"
"Who indeed," you reply.
"I'm almost contemplating not bathing tonight," Sasha replied, "I'm just too...damn...tired..."
She started wobbling towards her tent, with you, after checking there were no prying eyes, followed shortly behind. Her legs started to betray her, slowly falling to the ground with Sasha muttering something random before falling face first into the soil, completely asleep. Within seconds, you grab her wrists and drag her into the tent, ruining the pristine whiteness of her pants.
Laying her flat on her stomach, you contemplate, where to even begin?
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