Light Yourself On Fire -- a re-post

I'm working on a play right now that is deceptively simple, and is kicking my ass.

Premise: Five teenagers try to get their hands on some beer.  Simple and fun, right?
Problem: Lights up on five teenagers in a room.  Lights down.  The teenagers in question are of a world where their vocabulary is...impoverished, shall we say (f-bombs every sentence).  Their town is tiny, their outlook hasn't yet expanded beyond the county line.  Gotta keep it moving, gotta keep things turning.  I LOVE these characters, I KNOW these characters, but it's harder than I thought.

Thank you, Brian O'Malley, for your admittedly cutesy but nonetheless inspiring post.

Once more into the breach.