The Night Goes On...

You head back out to the main roar of the party, walking through the halls. You hurry to find a drink, grabbing a can of beer and quickly taking a gulp. You pause, noticing your friends, Lukas, Ben and Daniel, sitting in the corner, chugging down beers through the use of a funnel. You're half impressed they're not doing it via their asshole. You shrug, moving towards them.

"Hey, guys," you say.

"Hey, Jack," Lukas replies. "How are you doing?"

"A little drunk, a little horny, all around perfect," you say.

"Watch it, you're not my type," Lukas laughs. "Finish that, would you?"

You raise the can into the air, quickly chugging it down as the others chant a drinking song. You finish it, crushing the can in your hand.

"How was that?" you ask, grinning.

"Don't be soft, asshole," Ben says. "Get him another one."

Lukas grabs a beer, tossing it towards you haphazardly. Then, you quickly backpedal, trying to catch the can. However, this quickly leads to you to bumping into a tall, lanky lad, shoving him forward.

"Shit, sorry," you say. "Didn't mean to."

The student turns around, snarling at you. In one quick move, he shoves you backwards, knocking you into a table. You trip to the floor, smacking into it with a thud. You look up at the triumphantly smirking asshole, angry.

"Oh, sorry," Asshole McGee says sarcastically. "Maybe watch where you're going, shithead."

For a brief moment, you plan how to react, whether striking quickly, apologizing or demanding an apology is the best way forward. However, the choice is taken out of your hands, as Lukas moves forward, punching Asshole McGee in the back of the head. Asshole McGee slams into the ground with a grunt, hitting the floor with a thud.

"Fucking shitheel," Lukas says. "You alright, Jack? Bad throw, my bad."

The next few seconds are a confusing mess, as Asshole McGee's four friends charge Lukas, shortly followed by Ben and Daniel coming to their rescue. Within seconds, a fight has broken out as your friends battle it out with Asshole McGee and his goons. You hurry to stand, snarling.