Brian finally made to the punch table only to stare at it openly. He wasn't sure how many times people might have coughed on or touched the cups on the table, but he was pretty sure it was a high probability. It meant they were unclean and unsuitable for drinking from.

Only...he really wanted some cider. In hindsight he figured he should have brought his own cups, which he had a stash of back in the dorm. Each one was individually wrapped, and sealed. It meant it was clean. He used them for his water to rinse his mouth in the mornings, something he could put a small bit of bottled water in to keep from getting toothpasty backwash in the water.

It made things easy.

So...why hadn't he thought to bring some with him to this party?