[b]Abisu[/b]

Languidly the spindly young man stood up in response to Harper, swaying as he braced against the couch for support and squinted in Harper's direction. "Beer pong?" Climbing awkwardly over the couch instead of going around he approached the table with a zombie like shuffle, appraising the table like a chess player evaluating the board. "You know that beer pong is a conspiracy right?" He looked between Harper, Seth and Steve. "Made up by a marketing company hired by budweiser whose executives wanted to sell more beer to young college students."