Nothing, he just watches

The rest of that film passed in an impatient blur for amy, and when it was finally over she sat up.
"OK, tequila skull!" the other two groaned. they'd had so much beer, liquor would effectifely lobotmise them for hours. "Come on, here's the bottle, I'm going to" and she took a 5 second swig. It burned all the way down, and her head was instantly lighter. "shhhheee-eee-ee-eeet! Joe.." Joel reluctantly took a skull. Eyes wide, he sat back and handed to to Mik.
"I'll fukken chunder if i drink this, so Im sorry before, in advance" Joel waved him off. So mik swigged. And almost straight away, his legs went. he stumbled back onto the lounge. "Fucked. Gone. Out. Maggot. aaaah shit... weee!!! Fuckin pissed!! YEAH!"
"Joel, is he always that bad when he's pissed?" Joel nodded. "OK, well, this is stage 2. Every orgasm, we take a shot. aah... if a girl orgasms, I take it, If a guy shoots in a girl its Joel and it he blows in her mouth, its mik. we'll make it a mixer, so we dont hurl in 10 seconds FLAT!" she thought for a second, then giggled. "and every arse fuck. then you take off an article of clothing. hehahah, and if theres a tittyfuck, we flip the coin and whoever it lands for has to go to the bathroom and show their cock"
"or pussy!"
"or pussy, yes joel, to someone that hasn't seen it. once everyone's seen it, you have to go into the kitchen and smear it in butter..."
"Hey feminist! remember how you're representing your sistaaaahs? Well, you get it twace as often!" Oh, thought Mik. not the fuckin answer he wanted from Joel. He wasn't keen on Joel seeing his cock, and he didn't want to see his. well fuck it, he got to stare at Amy, and THAT was cool!