When I was 16 I started drinking beer and I spent the rest of high school in dogged pursuit of the foamy beverage. Too young to be served in a bar, my friends and I usually bought six-packs from the groceries and markets which were known to sell to just about anyone over 5 feet 9 inches. We then consumed can after can in somebody's parents' car or basement when the adults were away. It all usually ended with some foolishness, unrestrained laughter and often vomiting.
It doesn't take a great imagination to see that it was all loads of fun.