“Chug it!” Regan yelled, dressed as Daria, sticking a long winding tube into Brett’s mouth. Brett choked, immediately falling to his knees as beer flowed through and down his throat. You watched on, eyes wide as he spit out the tube and frothy white foam spilled from his lips. You had no idea what Brett was dressed as—he wore leather pants, no shirt, a leather jacket, and a black emo-styled wig. He was still choking on the white foam in a suggestive way.

“O-Oh wow.” He laughed nervously.