Go get some punch

The punch is the cup that brings you over the edge, dragging you into a drunken haze. You trapeze around the hall in a drunken stupor. At one point, you take the time to host an arm-wrestling championship, with Ben winning with ease, before accidentally toppling the table in his eagerness and smacking his head on the counter. His fresh head wound now sported as he continues in your journey of debauchery.

Next, you remember angering people. You can't exactly remember how, but in your drunken wandering you soon say the wrong thing to the wrong person, or quite likely, Lukas or Ben does, leading to you disappearing through the hallways into the rest of the school. The classrooms are now locked, but thankfully, you manage to find an art room that's open, disappearing into it for another round of cans and **** drinking.

Soon after, you attempt to rendezvous with your date, having a round of sloppy sex in one of the classrooms.

"Shit, is that my date?" you wonder, as you try to remember whether your date had blonde or ginger hair. Or was it brown?

Either way, you soon stop caring as you're balls deep, although the **** makes it an unenjoyable, sloppy experience, so you quickly finish and make yourself a bastardized version of a Kentucky Mule to quash whatever nerves arose from this. It's not long before you're left stumbling off, trying to find someone to offer you a jello shot, before you end up making up with a girl next to Ben in the closet... or making out with Ben next to a girl in the closet, it's hard to remember.

Soon, it's late. Far later than the school should've closed, but you've come to believe that they've been drinking too. Hell, you're half sure, in the shifty, conspiratorial manner the mind tends to arrive at in the depths of drinking, that they're probably alcoholics themselves, given the shit you've got aware with it school. Hell, you've seen enough of them going back to the punch bowl for a second or third serving of it.

"You alright?" Daniel asks. "You have a dark look in your eye."

"Drunk," is all you manage to croak back, taking a last sip of the cup, looking at the near-empty punch bowl.

"Aye, I get that," Daniel nods.

"This was a good night," Ben slurs. "The best."

"Yeah," Lukas nods. "I... I fucking love you guys. You've made it one hell of a year."

"Cheers to that!" Ben yells, holding up his glass.

You all raise your glasses, before a sight catches your attention, pulling away your gaze.

"Look who it fucking is," you slur.

The Assholes. The biggest, greatest, most shit-eating assholes you've ever seen. Asshole McGee, whose name you either never learned or can't remember in the depths of your drunkenness, but you hate most of all. Tyler, the infamous shit heel who has been mean to you since day one. Chad, who despite being in a wonder house of sex and opportunity still found opportunity to harass and **** woman. Big John, who, in all honesty, you haven't heard much from but he sure looks like a wanker. Fucking wanker.

"Those pieces of shit," Ben slurs. "We gotta get our **** on them! This is our last chance!"

"Damn straight! Let's do something!" Daniel says with uncharacteristic eagerness. "Anyone got any ideas?"

There's a brief moment of silence. Fucking hell, why is this shit always up to you? Thankfully, you have a solid idea.