Go drink

"Let's get a drink," you say.

"Sweet, drinking," Ben says cheerfully.

You quickly move off to the drinks room, where the beds have been pushed to the side and the bedside tables from two rooms stacked together into one larger table. Atop said giant table is a beauty, dozens upon dozens of cans of beers, ciders, lagers and more, as well as quite a few bottles of spirits. Stacks of almost stereotypical red plastic cups stand to the side, and you grin as you look upon the beautiful sight.

The rest of the students sit among the beds, drinking and chatting. You notice a few girls who smile at you, and immediately your dick yells at you to try get with them.

"Where's the ****? That was half the reason I came here."

"In the bedside locker," someone says, which Lukas opens.

"Well, I've my plans for the next while. Ben, Jack, you in?"

"Pffh, I can't believe you put that shit into your body. None of that hard **** for me."

"You literally just smoked nodge with us!" Lukas complains.

"That doesn't count!" Ben says. "My body is a temple, and I will not poison it."

"Fine, more for me," Lukas shrugs. "What are you going to do, Ben?"

"I'm going to drink my liver to ****," he says, grabbing a bottle of vodka and a plastic shot glass.

"Jack, what's your plan?"