Splash!

You tug on the rope as hard as you can, watching the can tumble off its spot. The paint falls through the air, a glorious, artistic mixture of paint as it explodes out in an array of color. There's a moment of pure bliss as it descends down, splashing across the lads. Tyler is hit the worst, acting as the ringleader and leading the way, being covered in an array of paint from top to bottom. Asshole McGee tries to jump out of the way, only to have paint splash across his right arm and leg, and the paint can hitting him in his shoulder and sending him twisting to the ground with a groan. Big John and Chad manage to avoid the majority of the spray, although the paint quickly mists across their face, hair and shoes.

"What the fuck?!" Tyler cries.

Suddenly, the hall erupts into laugher, all eyes quickly turning to them. Hardest of all left laughing are you, as you burst into shrieks of hysteria as you look upon your now defeated and humiliated rivals. Asshole McGee screams out, punching a wall, before Tyler silently but furiously glares at the crowd, clearly looking for the culprits.

"Holy shit, that was funny!" Lukas cackles. "Nice work, Jack."

"Seriously, nice work, bro," Ben says.

"Alright, we gotta go find somewhere to hide," you say.

"Why? We can take those fucks if they want to start something," Lukas says.

"Sure, but if we end up fighting them, they'll get paint on us. Plus, I reckon this party's just about done anyway."

"Solid logic," Daniel nods.

"Fair enough," Lukas shrugs. "So, where'll we go?"