"I'm telling you, man, I make the ladies squirt like geysers. I just work a little bit of my magic and they can't help themselves but scream my name."

It's become routine at this point that when we get drunk, at some point Cody's going to start talking shit about his capabilities in some way or another, be it athletic skill, drinking skill, or amorous exploits. While one might think that we'd eventually just kick him out of our friend group because it gets way too annoying, but it's really not that bad most of the time. We just play it off and he eventually shuts up, or somebody, usually Marco, calls Cody out on his bullshit and he eventually shuts up. But this isn't usually, this is a New Year's Eve party where we started drinking somewhere around 4 PM and are all thoroughly sloshed to some degree or another by now, more so than usual. And while I can't totally put my finger on that being the reason why the mood right now is just a little bit different, it seems to be the case, with everybody else having just that little bit less tolerance for Cody's shit and choosing to ignore him.

But he keeps going. "Like, seriously, you can't even imagine. I've had girls offer to pay me to fuck me because I'm that damn good, it's crazy!"

Now it's just a matter of time before Marco cuts in, and indeed, we don't have to wait long before he fires back. "God, just shut up, Cody. I bet you can't even tell us of a single girl you've fucked. C'mon, we're in college, we know plenty of girls, you fucked any of them?"

There's a pause as Cody clearly didn't expect pushback. "Uh, like, I fucked Mandy just last week, and Sarah a few days ago..." he answers, but there's a bit of trepidation in that answer.

Marco doesn't let up either as he pulls out his phone. "Oh, Mandy? You mean if I call her right now and ask if you had sex with her, she'll tell me? Or will she just say you're a fucking liar?" he says, then mimes dialing her number—I'm close enough to tell, but Cody's further away in the room and probably couldn't tell the difference.

Sure enough, that immediately gets a reaction. "N-No! D-Don't do that! Sh-She's probably at a party right now and doesn't want to be disturbed..." Cody stammers.

In response, Marco simply put his phone away again and turned to Blake. "Hey, Blake, you know where everything here is, right? Where's Cody's fuck stash? He's gotta have condoms or lube stashed somewhere with all the fuckin' he's doing, right?" he asks.

This was a strategic question. Blake, being the nerd, is kind of unofficially in charge of keeping the household effects in order, so whenever something goes missing or somebody needs something, he knows where it's at, because in a household with five college-age dudes, shit just goes missing a lot. You could see Blake start to think as Cody gets even more nervous. "I don't recall anything like that, and I think I would've noticed," Blake replies.

With that, Marco turns back to Cody. "You know what I think? I think you're a fuckin' virgin," he declares.

However, now Cody catches himself and some of his bravado returns. "Hell no! I fucked plenty of girls, damn it, and I'm the fuckin' best at it!" he fires back.

And then Marco crosses a line. Like it's nothing, he strips off his leather jacket and shirt, revealing his bare chest. "Prove it! Fuck me, right here and now, and show me how damn good you are!" he shouts, catching everybody off guard.

Cody in particular just starts sputtering and muttering, eventually settling on a vague "D-Dude... th-that's gay as fuck!"

The determined, if slightly drunk, expression on Marco's face doesn't waver, however. "I don't give a shit. If you're such a sex god, you can make me cum with ease, so put up or shut up," he says.

And at that moment, it's like something snaps inside of Cody where he now figures he's got no choice but to go all in, and he angrily takes off his shirt as well. "Fine! Owen, Blake and Chris, you get naked too, I'll fuck all of you! I'll show you all!" he yells.

The mood has clearly shifted here, and I can already see Owen starting to undress while both Marco and Cody start tugging at their pants. Blake is still a bit nervous about it, looking at me for silent support on what to do. And I don't know what it is, if it's the alcohol or what, but I'm kinda horny right now, so I give Blake a nod and we both start undressing as well. In between articles of clothing flying around, Blake heads back to the drink cabinet, brings out the big bottle of expensive bourbon we were saving for some sort of big event, and starts pouring shots, which we start knocking back. This is happening.