You had carved out a nice little corner of the internet for yourself—a semi-popular YouTuber with a few thousand subscribers under your belt. It wasn’t massive fame, but it was enough to earn you a dedicated following and keep your channel steadily growing. Australia had been home for a few years now, and your content reflected that easygoing lifestyle: humor, commentary, and the occasional chaotic adventure that your viewers couldn’t get enough of.

So when Max and Chad invited you to appear on Cold Ones for the first time, it felt like an opportunity you couldn’t possibly pass up. One guest spot turned into another, and before long, your face was showing up in their videos more regularly. Fans seemed to love how your energy blended with the duo’s chaotic banter, and honestly, you loved it too. It felt natural—like you’d been part of the team all along.

But today felt… different. There was something in the air as you sat at the wide, scarred wooden table between the two of them, bright studio lights aimed down at your faces. The set smelled faintly of spilled beer and cheap cologne, and the clink of bottles behind the camera reminded you exactly what kind of show you’d signed up for.

“Well, Darcy,” Chad said suddenly, leaning back in his chair and glancing off to the side. His grin was mischievous, like he already knew you were in for it. “What are we doing today?”

Darcy, their ever-patient assistant, cleared his throat from just off-camera. “Right. Today’s video is going to be a little different. We’re setting up a few games. Each of you will take turns spinning a wheel to determine your challenge. Win the challenge, you get a point. Lose…” He trailed off, letting the silence hang. “Well, you drink.”

Your stomach twisted, and you instinctively tightened your grip on the edge of the table. A drinking game. Of course it was. The fans were going to eat this up.

“Sounds fun,” Max chimed in with an easy laugh, dragging a hand through his messy brown hair like this was nothing new to him. Chad smirked and nodded, already bouncing in his seat with anticipation.

Darcy wasn’t finished, though. “And there’s a catch. Whoever ends the game with the most points gets to make the other two do whatever they want.”

You blinked, your head snapping toward Chad and Max. There was a moment of silence before Chad leaned forward, his eyes sparkling. “Wait, whatever?”

Darcy only chuckled. “Yeah. Whatever.”

You felt your nerves twist tighter. This was going to end badly—you could already tell. Still, you forced a grin. “This’ll be fun…” you muttered under your breath, exhaling through your nose.

“Alright!” Max clapped his hands together suddenly, the sound sharp enough to make you flinch. “Rock, paper, scissors to see who goes first!” He spun toward you with that wide, reckless smile.

And just like that, the chaos was about to begin.