I was at a houseparty with 13 people I consider regulars (people whom I invite and that invite me to parties). These parties are great because everyone knows eachother and everyone likes eachother. About one hour in we decided to play a drinking game for the first time (we were high school seniors who haven’t really gotten the chance to try it yet) called King’s Cup. Kings’ Cup is, for the ignorant (you can skip to the next paragraph if you know what King’s Cup is, but we included some different rules that are important to the plot), a game where a deck of cards (we used two to extend the game) is equally distributed among the players. The smaller decks are then made into a ring from where we pick one card in a clockwise fashion. In the middle there’s a cup (not important to this story). Each card is given a action that has to be preformed (we played without the ‘last person to do this has to drink’ actions and replaced them with truth and dare instead). The card that is really relevant to this story is of course the king. The king allows the one who picks it to make a rule. Usually when a new king is picked, we discard the old rule, but because we wanted to get drunk and have fun, we decided to allow three rules to be in play at once, which worked out amazingly for everyone.