Beer to the line, head on top. Pour too hard and the foam gives it all back. Pass the phone round the table and the worst pour buys the next round.
Squeeze the pod, pop one bean, take what you get. Green is safe, red drinks, and gold — two beans in twenty-four — lets you point at somebody else. Pass it round the table and let the pod decide. There is a no-drinks setting for tables that want one.
A paper fortune, the way it is drawn at a shrine. Shake the box until a stick falls out. Seven grades, and the bad ones are real — but you can tie those up and leave them behind.
More on the way.
