The Party: Before Twelve, Rob, Andrei, Open
"Yeah!" Rob's voice boomed as he walked into the party. He raised up his arms, holding two bottles of hard liquor by the necks in each hand. It might have seemed a generous contribution to the party, except that those who knew Rob knew that he could pretty easily waste three of those bottles all on his own. His giant side gave him quite the alcohol tolerance. As for the bottles, Rob had a pretty reliable alcohol hookup, one of his football teammates from town had a college-aged brother who understood Rob's taste for the drink and would always supply him as long as he could pay.
"Look at this dump!" It was an impressive dump though, perfect for a party, and Rob's tone showed his admiration.