We were driving to our friend’s party. He was all rich and gushing dollar bills. A nice friend to have. Half our college was invited and nobody was likely to not arrive at his house. It was less of a house and more of a housing complex. The beer flowed freely and that was what we were after.
We reached his place at a good time. The beer was flowing. Ah! It was good beer. Not the cheap crap we had with our money. But the best thing was that it wasn’t our money. Life couldn’t be better than this. We had to get sloshed. And we were searching for the day. Fortune had smiled down upon us. We had the power of unlimited beer. We had the power!
There was beer pong! Beer pong tables! Four beer pong tables in fact! Every party needed to have beer pong. And every party like this need to have more beer pong tables. We had to give this a try. It had been so long since we had played beer pong. Most of the parties we attended didn’t have enough space to even give us a chance at beer pong. Some even didn’t have proper beer pong tables. And you can’t play beer pong in those tiny beer pong tables. But this was a proper beer pong table!
I sucked at beer pong. I was bad. But did I care? No! My mates were as bad as I was, perhaps even worse. We missed one after the other. I think I managed to put one in, but I was too drunk to keep track of what happened. I was crawling on the floor soon. One of my friends threw up and there was a lot of screaming. Screaming girls! I guess he just threw up over one of them. Good for him, he can get beaten up now. I lay down on the ground. The cool floor felt pretty nice. And the cup in my hand spilt almost all the beer there was. This was a good party. Plenty of booze all over the place. I had enough of beer pong. Beer pong isn’t everything. Beer comes close to everything. I made an attempt to stand and play another round of beer pong but I was done. I threw one of the balls I found and it hit a guy in his rather sensitive region. Drunk as he was, he fell down on the ground. I laughed. I had knocked out a guy with a beer pong ball. I had the power now!
I realized it was time to sleep. And I saw a few people either making out in front of everyone or some of them had just dozed off completely on the beer pong table. A beer pong table was meant for everything it seemed. I should do that too. And I closed my eyes. Sleeping wouldn’t be a problem at all. Today at least. This was the life I had dreamt of. Beer, maybe beer pong, and then sleep. I didn’t care about me having to wake up next day. I had my beer. And I was having my sleep right now.
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Beer Pong Tables