First one to laugh buys the lube. Loser has to explain the stains to the maintenance guy tomorrow.

For this special occasion, the rules have been rewritten (then crumpled up and thrown at a pillow fort). Tonight’s grand dare: Complete three rounds of “Bottoms Up Beer Pong,” followed by a trust fall onto a beanbag chair, blindfolded, while someone reads bad fanfiction aloud.

“What happens in Room 13... gets uploaded at midnight.”

Three hundred and sixty-five days ago, the door to Room 13 swung open, and nothing was ever the same. What started as a simple bet over who could steal the RA’s keys has turned into a full-blown tradition of chaos, camaraderie, and... well, a lot of flexibility.