Why not?

Shit's already fucked up, and you're just in your back yard. "Why not?"

"That's what I'm talking about!" Alex says, jumping to his feet and heading inside. "Usual place?"

"Should be." you say. Alex disappears inside and reappears a few minutes later with a few bottles and a couple of 6 packs. He sets them down next to you and takes his spot back. He cracks one of the beers off and holds it out to you. After a second, you take it. Once his hand is free, he liberates another. At the same time, you each open them.

Wanting to chill a bit, you quickly down the whole thing. Alex isn't far behind you. He reaches for the 6 pack and tears off 2 more. You gladly take one and open it, lifting the can to your lips. You pause as you feel a little fuzzy. Was the beer hitting you this hard already? You only had one...

Maybe you should stop? On the other hand, drinking could make the weekend pass faster, and you are feeling more relaxed.