Challenge Caoimhe and her friends to a drinking competition

"Fuck it, let's have some fun, ladies," you say. "Drinking competition."

"I'm in," Beth says eagerly, moving towards the table where she grabs two bottles of vodka, placing it down in front of you.

Beth then grabs four shot glasses, clinking them together as you each take one. Everyone takes one, some more eagerly than others.

"I'm not comfortable with this," Caoimhe says. "I don't drink much."

"Oh, don't be a baby," Katie teases. "Don't you want to impress your new boyfriend?"

"I don't mind," you smile. "I'm playing either way, though."

"I'm in," Caoimhe says, as Beth fills the glasses with vodka.

You quickly down your shot, grabbing another bottle and hurrying to open it. You fill yours again, downing it quickly.

"Hurry up, would you all?" you grin.

The group continues drinking away, shots after shots as you continue to down bottles of vodka. You and Beth pull ahead of the group, although not by much. Katie and Caoimhe, not the best drinkers, do manage to drink a fair bit, clearly more than they should.

Eventually, you've been named champion through managing to hold back your vomit for long enough for Beth to give up, and you all collapse into the bunk beds. You sit across from Caoimhe who half-sits, half-lies in a bed, while you're sandwiched between Katie and Beth.

"God, I am horny as shit," Beth says, staring up at the ceiling.

"Stop it, Beth, you're drunk," Caoimhe giggles.

"Well, we can't have all a sexy boyfriend to fuck us whenever we want."

"Stop talking about him like that, it's weird," Caoimhe says.

"No, please continue telling me how attractive I am," you smile. "I'm enjoying it."

"To be fair, he is really hot," Katie says. "He turns me on."

"Oh, for God's sake. Katie, please tell me you haven't masturbated to my boyfriend."

"Maybe," she replies bashfully.

"You have an open relationship! She's allowed to do that, at least," Beth points out.

"I trust Jack to stick with me," Caoimhe says, although she sounds somewhat unsure of herself. "He can do whatever he wants. He can do something with either of you, if he chooses to. I won't mind."

"Really?" Katie says, biting her lip.

"Sure," Caoimhe says. "Jack, you have my full permission to do anything you want with anyone here, except like sex, or... yeah, whatever. Yeah, that's my qualifier, no straight sex with my friends whilst directly in front of me."

"Huh," you say, in the deepest thought a drunk person could achieve.