Living the high life

Despite the fact that the last time you were drunk was last night, you know that partying with this straight A student will be infinitely better than drinking alone. "Alright, girl," you smirk "you're 22, you have more experience with this than I do."

"I somehow doubt that," Brooke jokes back, reaching behind the counter and grabbing two beers. "Let's start with the easy stuff," she tosses you a can which you catch and crack open.

You plop down on one of the bar stools, as the plane smoothly taxis across the runway and leaves the ground. Taking several gulps of your beer, you turn to Brooke, who is sitting on the stool to your right. "Can you believe this? Just half an hour ago we were normal college kids, and now, we've got star treatment!"

"I'm not nearly drunk enough for this to make sense," she responds, finishing her beer.

"Agreed!" you laugh, finishing your own beer.

After sharing another beer, you decide it's time to really have fun, so you grab a bottle of vodka. Brooke reaches for some shot glasses, but you stop her.

"I have a better idea," you say, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "A little contest, if you will..."