Parties are right up your alley, you love dancing and letting loose with your friends. The energy, the music, the feeling of being surrounded by familiar faces — it’s your element. But when it comes to alcohol, well, that’s where things start to get tricky. Your alcohol tolerance? Let’s just say it’s more along the lines of "two drinks and I’m done." Which makes tonight a bit of a problem.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, can drink like it's water. He's the type who can go shot-for-shot with anyone, and still be on his feet laughing by the end of it. So when your classmates — who are already a little tipsy themselves — start egging you on, suggesting a drinking competition between the two of you, you know you’re in trouble.

"Come on!" they cheer, holding up their phones to capture the moment. "You’re not scared, are you?"

You laugh nervously, trying to play it cool, but the thought of going up against your boyfriend in a contest like this has your stomach turning. His mischievous grin says it all — he’s confident, maybe even a little too confident. Meanwhile, you’re already starting to feel the familiar warmth spreading through your body as the first shot slides down your throat. You sit at the table, already feeling a buzz. The room around you starts to blur a little, the chatter turning into a dull hum. You glance at the lineup of alcohol — whiskey, vodka, tequila, the usual suspects — and your head spins. Shot for shot, you feel the weight of every sip.

A few of your classmates stand in a circle, some cheering for you, others for him, while others record the entire thing for social media — because who wouldn’t want to post this on their stories, right? "Go, girl!" someone yells.

Your boyfriend leans over, his breath warm on your ear as he whispers, "You sure you’re okay? We don’t have to do this." But you’re too far gone now. The crowd’s energy is infectious. You can’t back out, not in front of everyone. You force yourself to laugh, but the room tilts ever so slightly, and you know — it’s only a matter of time before you’re no longer in control. You glance back at the drinks, feeling the first wave of dizziness crash over you. Shot. After shot. After shot.

This is going to be interesting.