Three Saturns and a Volvo - A Tease

“Nate!” Arthur yelled across the room. “Get in here! We are doing our opening toast, dude.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just a second, man,” Nate responded. Arthur, often called Art by his friends, just rolled his eyes and walked back into the kitchen. He knew Nate was going to be a little longer than a second. He was sitting on the Couch of Apathy with Nate’s latest female interest. The Couch of Apathy had gotten its name nearly 3 years back during their sophomore year, when people would sit down and not want to move. And Nate was now on that couch and probably would not be moving any time soon.
Brandon was in the kitchen pulling the new champagne flutes out of their box and washing them. He had just bought these glasses the day before, and was now washing them very carefully in their sink.
“Why do you need champagne glasses anyway?” questioned Art. “How often would you ever use them?”
“It’s not about how often, but more of the principle of the thing,” Brandon responded in a soft tone. “You can’t drink nice champagne out of a normal cup. It would just be wrong and insulting to the champagne.”
“Not even Cardinals cups?” grinned Art. The people who had gathered now broke into a chuckle, even Brandon. It was no secret that Brandon was obsessed with the St. Louis Cardinals. No obsessed was not the right word. Obsessed didn’t even begin to describe his love for the baseball team. No one in the state of Indiana seemed to understand such dedication to, of all sports, a baseball team. Brandon did not miss a game if he could at all help it, and there were a whopping 162 games a year, not to mention the playoffs. And if the Cardinals were in the playoffs, you better not get the way of letting him see the game. Someone may die.
“No, not even Cardinals cups,” grinned Brandon. As Brandon was getting the glasses ready, people were slowly trickling into the kitchen for the toast. Brandon scurried to try and get a count on who would be drinking the champagne. He was always the very organized type when it came to things like this. Hell, he had even organized a beer pong tournament last year. I don’t mean just simply getting people to participate, but creating a bracket system, figuring out exactly how much beer would be needed, how much it would cost to do so and how to divide that up amongst participants, what the order of playing should go…etc. Beer pong. A drinking game. A game made for the sole purpose of drinking, and Brandon made it organized.