It wasn't getting any less intimidating. The golden brown liquid sat in the bottle, and my buddy Xan and I were locked in a staring contest with it.

"It's not going to get any emptier if we just stare at it."

"You sure this was a good idea dude? Can we really finish this bottle by ourselves?"

"Dude, it's going to be fine!"

He popped the bottle open, and poured us each a shot. I've had a couple shots of Bacardi 151 before, but splitting a liter of it between the two of us was going to be a challenge. Why did I agree to this again?

Xan held his shot outwards for me to cheers him.

"Dude, stop being such a pussy and take your fucking shot."

Now I remember why I agreed to this. That son of a bitch said he could drink more than me! I gulped it down and winced a bit; the first one is always the hardest to take. I grabbed the 360 controller and jumped back into Halo 2, the finest chaser we could think of. We played a couple more rounds where the loser would have to take a shot. This ended up being Xan both times because I'm filthy with the shotgun in Halo 2. It really didn't make a difference because we were going shot for shot, and I'd have to take one every time he did anyway.

Three shots in, we started to feel the buzz. It was going to be an uneventful night of sitting in Xan's dorm room playing Halo 2 until we passed out. You know the trinket in RPGs that increases your luck, but no one ever uses it? Well tonight, I brought it along in my adventures. It might have seemed like an ordinary trinket, but this kitchen grade bottle opener was lucky, and I was going to need that luck.

I took a break after the third shot to break the seal, and was weirded out by the funny shaped urinals. I relieved myself and left the bathroom, and this cute girl stumbled up to me with a Blue Moon in hand.

"You got a bottle opener sexy?"

She was fucking smashed, but I did indeed have a bottle opener. I'm well aware Blue Moons are twist offs, but this girl was too drunk to tell, and I"m always looking for an excuse to hang out with drunk girls.

"Thanks babe, what are you up to?"

"Currently challenging my friend to a friendly game of shot for shot."

"Oh that's hilarious! How many are you up to?"

Three sounds like a lame number. "Seven."

"Wow that's a lot. I can only drink three before I'm on the floor! You guys should come to my room, I'm in 413 down the hall. We're just playing some video games, but I'm sure you guys will have fun anyway."

A group of girls drinking and playing video games? Such a place exists? When I got back to Xan's room, he had the fourth round of shots poured. Even though I lied to her and said seven, it really did feel like it.

"What took you so fucking long?"

"Your urinals are weird. They flush funny and shit. It took me a minute to figure them out."

"Dude, We don't have a urinals. We just have low sinks."

Well that explains why that kid was brushing his teeth in the urinal. I just thought he was hammered, but apparently I was pissing in the sink. I then explained that I met a cute girl in the hallway, and they invited us to play video games at her place. Xan isn't much of a gamer, but I sure as hell am, and I dragged his ass over there.

The names of the girls were posted on the door, and the one I met was either Sarah or Rachel. I don't know what I was expecting when we walked in, but it certainly wasn't Wii Play.

"I thought you said you were playing video games."

"We are! This game is the best one I've ever played!"

I was ready for my fifth shot a lot quicker than I had originally intended. The game was almost fun after five shots of 151, but I just couldn't get into it. The girls seemed to be having a blast, and I tried my best to drink until it was entertaining. After a total of nine shots, I was genuinely enjoying it, although I think I was just holding a Wiimote and staring at the back of the box.

One of the girls got a phone call, and let us know about a party in Puffton, an off campus apartment complex where dorm kids go for shitty parties. Xan was just about passed out, and I took this opportunity to surpass him. The bottle was a little past halfway empty, and I decided to make it my mission to finish it. I set the shot glasses on the table and poured out the tenth round. I got up, stumbled a bit, and then was reintroduced to gravity. It looked like ten was the limit.

I woke up on a couch, and it was still dark outside. The party was dying down, but there were still people wandering around drunk. It seemed like any other party I'd been to, but with one tiny difference, everyone was black except me. I looked at my 151 bottle, still firmly clasped in my hand, there was maybe two shots left in it. A guy was sitting next to me on the couch, and he looked really angry at me.

"So that's how it is?"

"Wait what?"

"You're going to do that shit and not even apologize? What the fuck is your problem man?"

"Hey man, I don't know what you're talking about."

"You used the lighting bolt right before my jump and made me fall in the pit!" What kind of dick move is that? You were already in the lead!"

Everything suddenly made sense. There was an N64 controller in my lap, and the guy next to me had one in hand as well. Looking around the room, two more people were passing off their controllers. We were playing Mario Kart 64! I felt great and relieved for a solid minute before a sudden and painful headache kicked in. Holy shit I just blacked out. I look at the bottle in hand, and I offer it to my new friend as consolation for the last game.

"Nah dude I ain't touching that shit. I don't see how you can drink it like water, you've pounded that entire bottle to your face."

I drank all of this? Fuck my life. I didn't know where I was, or how I got there, or even how I was getting home. I didn't know anyone there, or know what to talk to them about. What I did know is that we both really liked Mario Kart 64, and that made everything else redundant.

I then saw the girl from earlier walk by, but I never figured out which one of the names on the door was hers. I decided to take a gamble, and I hate gambling.

'Sarah! What's up?"

"My name is Rachel asshole."

I hate my life. It wasn't long before another really big guy came up to me pissed off. I must have made him fall in the pit with the lighting bolt too.

"Hey man! What the fuck is your problem?"

"I'm sorry dude, but you have to admit it was kind of funny. I mean, it's just a game right?"

"What are you talking about? I want to know why you just pissed in my sink!"

That's what I get for wearing the stupid luck trinket.

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