You and your college best friend, John, or how you liked to call him, Soap, were at your dorm having a party. It was just for the start of the year. Music was strobing, lights were flashing, and the chatter was loud.

"You wanna drink?" A voice sounds behind you, your friend---Soap. He was standing behind you with a cup brimmed with some sort of punch, but it was obvious that it smelt like booze.

Soap began to chug his drink, the cup still held out to you as he waited for you to take it.