Alyssa is Up!

"I'll go." said Alyssa, getting it over with. She had always been the responsible one so she was less than thrilled that her friends were already escalating the game.

Reaching blindly into the variety pack, Alyssa pulled out a Black labeled can with Hot Pink lettering. "Bimbo Punk" she said, taking a test sip. "Mmm" it was like a diet cola, easy, she must have lucked out and got the non-alcoholic beer. Confidently taking a swig, Alyssa removed a block and waited to see what it said.

"Every player drinks." read the block. "Pretty generic I suppose but ok" she stated as she sipped her cola-beer. Kyle had one hand on Alex's shoulder and had tipped the remainder of his new beer into his mouth, letting the dripping liquid run down his chin and onto his white T-shirt. "WOOOO, POP ME ANOTHER!!" he yelled as he spiked his can on the floor.

"Easy chief!" said Alex as he removed his best friend's grip from squeezing his shoulder. Kyle was always a joker and rarely knew his own strength, but why did it feel like he was idly pulsing his fingers, poking the muscle.. "Why don't we pace ourselves a bit, I mean we have all night, no use in passing out early." As he said this he had made a side eye at Alyssa, checking her approval, he had quite the crush on her and had always been too shy to mention it. Still, maybe she would see him as responsible next to his pal here.

"I guess that just leaves me" said Alex, resigned. He grabbed for another barely legal bimbo beer, no use in changing horses mid race right? Hey maybe the Barely legal part meant less **** anyway? like a starter beer. And with that thought, Alex cracked his beer, moved his block and prepared to read the instructions.