[Chapter 2] Where we prepare for the "party"

It was Thursday night and we were drinking again with Marty.

"So as I was saying. We had a talk in the morning" I said while drinking White Russian. Yes I still remembered Anitas tits, and instead of drinking Cider like a gentleman I decided to get shit-faced on Vodka this time instead.

"Oh. Yea? And how did it go?" Asked Marty, even though he really did not look that interested.

Well. Let me tell you.

If you followed [Chapter 1] you should have jumped to one of the branches below, but feel free to make a different choice this time :)