You stand proudly on top of a table, your head is foggy with alcohol as you chug down your third beer of the night. The partygoers around you cheer and praise you.

After downing the entire thing, you hold the bottle in the air. When you look out into the cheering crowd, you see Nathan, your long-time best friend, looking up at you disapprovingly. You watch him walk over to you, determination in his stride.

— "Get down from there," Nathan demands, harshly pulling you off the table.