Barely legal scally chavs, clad in their signature Nike Airmax and trackies, gather in a grimy back alley. The wet weather sets the mood as they start removing their damp clothes, revealing skin glistening with raindrops and sweat. One by one, they begin to piss, their streams soaking the concrete and each other, their laughter echoing off the cold brick walls. The wetter they get, the more aroused they become, their hands exploring their soaked bodies and each other's.