In another part of the house, Steve Farber was looking around the party, wondering where that hot chick had gotten to. Unfortunately, he was already quite inebriated, so not only did Steve fail to find his target but he stumbled directly into a table where some guys were playing beer pong, spilling several plastic cups worth of cheep beer onto his shirt.
Frustrated and quite uncomfortable in his wet shirt, Steve spotted a box of what appeared to be shirts nearby and went to replace his current one. Surely Rebecca wouldn't mind him borrowing him one. Hell, she'd probably be too busy fucking that Kevin guy to notice.
Steve glanced at the text on the shirt, but his drunken mind was too muddled to properly process the words, so took off his old shirt and put on the new one. Of course, were he sober, he might be a bit more off put by the shirt's message, which read...
