Gary looked at the bottle in his hand. What was the worst that could happen? He had never had alcohol before and his dad rarely drank after the "incident" so he was very out of his comfort zone. Ruby was still smiling at him expectantly, he didn't want be a loser in her eyes. He looked at the bottle again, then he took a deep breath and drank some. It tasted weird, bitter. Ruby hugged him.
"We're going to have so much fun!" She giggled. She let go of him and they drank some more. That was the last thing Gary remembered that night.
He woke up and clutched his head. Where was he? Then he realised he was in Ruby's living room. Someone was asleep on top of him and Gary carefully pushed him off. He glanced around the room looking for Ruby. Then he realised that he wasn't wearing his t-shirt, he started to panic and search but he couldn't find it. Oh well... he thought. Gary looked around the room, everyone was still unconscious. He lit up his hands with a light blue colour and one of his t-shirts appeared in his hands. He quickly put it on and his hands returned back to normal. Then he set out to search for Ruby, he hoped they hadn't done anything that they'd regret...