Chasing T & Milk Game

It was night - the sky was black. I was in front of some glass doors at a business building - T was standing about 10 feet away from me at the other glass door. It was raining, and the water was glistening from the parking lot lights on the black asphalt. There were a few cars parked. T and I both looked at each other, and I grinned - he had nothing on but a white towel wrapped around his waist. I had a white towel wrapped around my torso. We were both super skinny too - we both looked about 30-40 pounds thinner. He started running - we were playing some game. I chased after him - our bare feet slapping against the wet pavement. He jumped into one car, and screamed "MILK!" and I stopped. I don't know what the game was, but I couldn't touch him if he found or yelled "milk." I waited behind the car for him to get out - he kicked the door open and started running and I started chasing. We were running faster than normal people run, almost flying/gliding. He jumped into another car, and yelled "MILK" again, so I stopped and paced around waiting for him to get out. He gets out and starts running again - this time Kirby (his car) was in the lot, reverse parked against a 5 foot tall cement wall. And Kirby had no top - he was a convertible integra. T hopped into the driver's seat - I jumped onto the hood of the car, my legs sprawled from one side of the hood to the other, my arms holding onto the windshield. I smirked and watched him fumble around trying to find the milk, and I laughed and said something like "I'm like a flying monkey, aren't I?" He couldn't find the milk so I hopped onto him and bit the back of his neck and gave him a hug. I won.