You and Vince had decided, stupidly, to get absolutely wasted after a game. What better way to celebrate winning a game that wasn't getting drunk? The final score had been 8 - 1 after playing against the Rangers.

Now, you and Vince were at home, wasted, both holding a cup of beer while you and Vince had decided to do one of those driving games that was an actual seat, gear shift, etc. Though, the seat moved heavily to make it partially more realistic.

Anyway, as you were both taking turns, you, stupidly, was holding your cup of half drank beer, your other hand on the wheel as you were driving. "Dunner, hold my beer." You said, your words slurring.

Vince shook his head, rolling his eyes as he got up from the couch, walking over, or more or less stumbling before he half grabbed your cup.

"Dunner, take my fucking cup!" You yelled while Vince just started to bust out laughing as you crashed in the game.

"You can't drive for shit-" Vince said between laughs, damn near falling on his ass from laughing so hard.