Chapter 58 : Party Animals
I forgot that I was terrible at ping pong. Beer pong, on the other hand, I was a world champ at. Or at least, that's what I proudly announced after a couple of shots of tequila.
Ryan teamed up with me against Nico and Tyler. I should have known better than to let Nico have Tyler on his team. Tyler had spent a few semesters at NYU and learned absolutely nothing by way of whatever degree he was attempting to obtain, and pretty much everything about every party game there ever was. If there was a degree in frat party games, he would have a doctorate.
I bounced the ball against the table, landing it squarely in the cup at the front. Nico rolled his eyes and downed it, handing the ball to Tyler.
Tyler had no trouble sinking shot after shot. It seemed like every beer he drank only made him more accurate. I was starting to feel a little fuzzy by the time we finished. Ryan was leaning heavily on his wife for support.