"Sure, why not. Game could be fun," Nate said, taking a swig from the vodka and wincing at the taste of that as well. Maybe he should stick with whiskey, that seemed to go down smoother.

His eyes widened when Helen threw herself at Isaac, and he gasped when the quiet, weedy dude threw her to the ground without so much as a second thought. "Shit, dude, what the hell is the matter with you?" he yelled. Maybe this wasn't his type of party, not even ten minutes and already girls were getting beat up. Nate immediately ducked down and grabbed Helen's shoulder. "Are you alright?" he asked anxiously, feeling for the phone in his pocket. He didn't want to be that guy, but he might have to call 911.