Head to the side of the gym hall

Down the side of the gym, where one of the outside lights is broken and leaves a small spot submerged in darkness, Lukas and Ben have already hidden a small sleeve of plastic cups, two bottles of incredibly cheap vodka with a generic, Russian-sounding name on the bottle, and two huge bottles of some generic, off-brand version of Sprite.

"Jesus, Lukas, you really went all on this stuff."

"Shut up, man, don't screw things for all of us," Lukas whispers angrily, giving you a look.

"Don't make us look ungenerous," Ben adds in a whisper, before smiling widely at the girls. "So, shall we drink?"

The group begins to pour healthy (well, unhealthy) amounts of vodka into the plastic cups, before topping them off with the cheap soda. The drink is warm, painfully strong and unpalatable, but it can get you very drunk in a very small amount of gulps, so that's enough for you.

You make pleasant conversation with the girls around you as you drink. It's clear from the way they slam down their drinks that they're heavy drinkers, the party girl type. Hardly surprising they agreed to go drinking with a group as lecherous and perverted as yourselves, you suppose. The girls themselves make pleasant conversation partners. They're hardly the most intelligent or interesting crowd, but that's to be expected when you go for looks rather than personality. At least they're nice and genuinely friendly, so the conversation is manageable.

Eventually, the clink of the empty vodka bottle against the second, even emptier vodka bottle tells you that your time here is closer up. Looking down, you see there's only around a gulp's worth of liquor left in your cup, so you nod, ready to leave.