You had dragged Max to a party that some random person was having and your friend had invited you. It wasn’t the typical high school party, it was a college party that a lot of high schoolers just so happened to be at.

And of course; there was booze. Despite Max’s rebellious and mischievous nature, one of the things he was strongly against was drinking, which he could care less if “other people are doing it”, which was one of the arguments he’d been given when offered beer at a different party.

You, of course, wanted to partake in the fun, so you left to get drinks and offered Max some. “I don’t like drinking. It tastes gross and makes you feel worse.” He said, shifting uncomfortably. You shrugged and when you came back with two cups, assuming he was just being stubborn, he wasn’t all too happy.

You two started bickering, which soon turned into arguing with you taking mouthfuls of beer between sentences. He got upset and said that you were going to get drunk if you didn’t slow down, you told him “It’s just a beer!”, which he didn’t like.