You approach a brightly lit building, dressed in your best nightlife attire with a metal shot glass dangling from around your neck. You’re not sure exactly what brought you to this club alone but you see some stragglers entering the door, wearing the same necklace that you are sporting off as well. You shake off the feeling and step up to the bouncer, flashing your I.D. in his direction.



“You sure you’re old enough, bucko?” He asks you, eyeing you suspiciously. You nod your head nervously and push your I.D closer to his flashlight. He switches his flashlight to a list attached to a clipboard in his hand, scanning it over. With a huff, he clicks his light off and nods towards the open door beside you. You have a small sense of accomplishment for making it in the door, but you’re surprised to see the actual interior of the bar seems to have far less people than you imagined.

It seems that there is just a small collection of nine other sober looking middle-aged men standing around looking at each other just as confused. You decide that this is not the event to be sober at so you turn to look for the bar, but before you can you are accosted by.. someone holding a tray of drinks.



“Can I get you anything? Drinks are half-priced just for you.” The cocktail waiter asks, flashing a flirty smile. You’re not sure what is going on with this person but you decide it’s better to just decline for the time being. You wave them off and let them know you’re only in the mood for shots. The cocktail waiter frowns and pulls the tray away from you, pointing towards the bar behind him. “Bar is that way. But don’t get too crazy, we’re understaffed and I don’t feel like doing any dishes tonight.”

You wonder to yourself how that waiter even got hired before heading towards the bar to order a shot. You know you only want one kind of liquor and you’re dead-set on getting just what you want. As you approach the bar, you notice that the bartender looks.. strangely familiar.



“Hey there, babes. Name is Josh Cuervo. What can I get started for you?” He says, pouring a mysterious liquid into a glass for an unreasonable amount of time. You just shake it off and point towards your choice of alcohol. “I’ll take a shot of old faithful for now.”

The bartender gives you a pained frown and shakes his head, pointing towards the bar. On it sit eight shot glasses, perfectly lined up in two rows of four. “Sorry, mate. Can’t do shots, I’ve only got those glasses tonight and I’m saving them for some special customers. Josh Cuervo says to you before turning back to the bar shelf, completely ignoring you. What a strange bar this is. You decide to turn back to the group of party-goers to see if you can figure out what the hell is going on here.

It is now Night One. The night will end at 8:00PM tomorrow evening.
With 10 partygoers remaining, it will take 6 to lynch.