T.J. laughed loudly as his friend, Caleb, told about how he almost got ran over when he was laying in the middle of the street. Two years ago. But well, he was drunk. Because if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be laughing. Cause he heard this story way too many times. His brain is always lost when he had too many beers. So he just laughed and wheezed.
“Hey buddddyy, I’m gonna get us another beer,” T.J. slurred and stumbled towards the table. He grabbed as many cups of beer as he can and then started stumbling back to the group. All a sudden he felt something crash into him (or more like, him crashing into something) causing the cups to fly out of his hands and fall to the ground. Beer splashing out and onto everyone and everything.
“Oh shit,” He mumbled and ignored all the “stupid-fag” glares from everyone and bent down and began to awkwardly pick up the cups.