Nuclear War

"We've still got a few hours before the bombs drop." Billy opens a brand new bottle of whiskey, looted from the liquor store downtown. He grabs a handful of solo cups, pouring eight cups, one for each member of the group.

Nick stares down at the liquid as he takes the cup. "I really shouldn't- I don't really drink." They all knew that. He had some problems freshmen year, but had given it up after a few particularly bad experiences, leaving him totally sober for well over a year.

"Me neither." Emma quips. She had similar issues, and while she was only able to stay sober intermittently, she was already swigging down the whiskey.

Charlie looked around at his friends as he turned on his speaker, the large black box soon pumping some quiet R&B into the room as background music. "So, what's the plan, just get piss drunk?"

"Sounds good" "Yeah" "That's the plan" Carrie, Chloe, and Billy answer, all at once.