A little too much fun

Trent and Bart were walking around the house chatting. Bart was a son of another local tycoon, and always liked meeting new up and comers as he called them. Trent told Bart about himself, and how he came to get here. They chatted, sharing old stories, and finding a few things in common.

Bart told Trent he was considered new money also as his family was not born to it, but made it on their own for their generation. Bart was honest and sincere and he also was a rare genuine person who was not trying to hide an ulterior motive. He told Trent to his face, his plan was to get Trent as drunk as he could, and see if he was an utter tool as he called them.

Trent laughed at this. He liked honest people. They continued to walk and talk. They made it to the back patio where the kegs had been setup and tapped. Bart even brought large CO2 tanks to push the beer, so they did not have to use hand pumps. Bart walked over and grinned "Fancy a game of beer pong?" He asks pulling some ping pong balls out of his pants pocket.

Trent smiled "So that is your plan is it?" he replied.

Bart nodded "yes it is, I am quite good, do you dare play?" he said honestly.

Trent looked around "Well I would not mind, but I do not see any tables to play on do you?"

Bart had been waiting for this moment, he clapped and a few men wheeled some beer pong tables around from the front. They opened them up and placed red solo cups on them in a triangle fashion, ten on each side.

Trent grinned "I see you came prepared" saying as he walked over to the table. Before he could even start filling the cups, a couple of butlers came out of nowhere and began filling them for him. Akane had even come over out of her corner, watching what was happening.

More people from the part started to move to the backyard. Bart brought four tables. Multiple games could go at once. Others were starting to crowd around wanting to play. All tables were finally set up, and the first round of players was decided. Two couples would face off, and two solo matches. Trent was one of the solo matches with Bart.

Bart smiled twirling the ping pong ball between his fingers. "Do you know the rules? or have any house rules you would like to choose?" He asked Trent.

Trent smiled back tossing the other ping pong ball up in the air and catching it, testing its weight. "Called shots are worth double, Denials allowed, No distractions as that is petty. Standard rules passed that." He stated.

For those of you not familiar with the sport of beer pong. It is played on a large table, usually a ping pong ball table if available. Ten cups are setup in a triangle on either end and filled with beer. Each player tosses their ball trying to land it in a cup. If landed, the other player has to drink the cup in full. First player to clear all the other players cups wins. The rules Trent had chosen were specialty rules. Called shots were exactly that, calling the cup you were going to land in. As they are worth double, if you land it, you get to choose a second cup. However if you miss, The other player then gets two tosses. It was a gamble. A denial is when you slap the ball away from the cups right before they enter. You are only allowed to use an open handed fingers together slap. If you hit the cups, you had to drink every cup you hit. A distraction was also fairly self explanatory. In most games trying to distract the other player while they made their throw was legal. This could come in any form from yelling, doing weird things, and some females have even gone as far as exposing themselves. This worked a lot of the time also.

Too start the game both players tossed their ball at the same time. Whoever landed it in the cup first would start the game.

Trent tossed his.

Bart tossed his.

Both landed in a cup.

Bart smiled a bit more seeing this "I see you aren't too bad" he says fishing out the ball from his cup.

Trent grinned "I have played before" replying while fishing the ball out of his cup also.

They both squared up and tossed again.

Again both balls landed in.

They repeated this three times, till finally Trent missed his shot.

"Looks like I go first" Bart said, picking the ball off the floor. Trent nodded "looks that way"

Bart readied and went to take his shot. The ball landed in the very middle cup. Trent took it out and drank it all. He then casually tossed his ball and it also landed in a cup. Bart's eye brow rose and he also took his cup and drank then put it to the side "Looks like we are one to one"

The first game went back and forth this way, each landing their shots till the last cup was left. Bart went to throw and Trent slapped the ball out of the air shouting "DENIED!"

Bart twitched his eyebrow. He was about to sink the winning shot, and had forgotten denials are legal.

Trent Smiled and tossed his shot right at the last cup on Barts side. Bart tried to deny it but missed and the ball went in.

Bart drank the cup "You start next game" he said putting the empty cup back down.

Back and forth the games went, till both players were quite drunk.

By the fourth game, they could barely land a shot.

Bart was teetering back and forth.

Trent was no better, looking like a blade of grass blowing in the wind.

It was Trent's shot. There were six cups on Barts side, and five on Trents side.

Right when Trent went to throw, there was a loud yell and then a crash from nearby. Trent yelled out "NO DISTRACTIONS!" as his ball had been thrown wildly.

When Trent Looked over, There were two men fist fighting in his yard. One of the tables had been smashed when they collided into it. The fight was getting quite violent, and a few bystanders had gotten drawn into the mix.

The fight was quickly spreading into a brawl as wild drunk punches would hit the wrong target. Trent and Bart looked at each other. It looked like the game would end for now. Just went Trent was about to interven and try and break up the fight, one of the officers walks over to him with a smile "Sir, would you like me to handle this situation?" The fight was growing quickly.

"PLEASE!" Trent shouted in his drunken state. The officer unholstered his weapon, and talked into his walkie a moment before discharging it into the ground four times. Everyone in the crowd froze and halted instantly. "Party is over!" The cop shouted.

Everyone began to quickly flee.

It turned from an orderly retreat to a mad stampede. Drunk people were very emotional. In the rush, chairs were getting knocked over, so were tables.

A dust cloud was forming as everyone clamoured and left at once. Only Akane, Bart, Terrance, Trent and the officers were left standing in what was now an overturned torn up patio. Broken parts were everywhere.

Trent had a bad feeling about this, when he walked inside, he say torn sheetrock, broken doors, and what looked to be a few people in a bathroom inhaling lines of white powder off of each others body parts.

Trent just stood there staring at them, So was Bart, So were the officers who were with them. When the people in the kicked open bedroom door finally lifted their heads and saw everyone staring, they got pale. Mostly because they saw the two uniformed officers standing there.

Trent being a good host looked turned to the officer and smiled "Dont be rough, can you escort them out of my home and send them on their ways please?"

The officer nodded "Sure Sir" and then walked into the room pulling out a flashlight "Ok folks, time to go home, pack it up" He was saying, not intending on arresting them.

Thankfully they smiled at Trent and departed. Grabbing some of their clothing off of the floor.

Trent looked at his house, it was wrecked. Many walls had holes and missing sheetrock now. Some laternshad been pulled off the walls also. There were drinks and trash all over the floor. Trent did not have the energy to deal with it right now. He was drunk and tired.

Trent saw Bart out after getting his number. Trent then went upstairs to bed passing promptly out.