“Yo, toss me one,” Everest says.
Derek tosses it and looks to Aspen to see if he wants one. He gives him a silent response, nodding his head. Derek tosses him one too and then takes one more out for himself. All the guys crack the cans open almost simultaneously and take a sip when I hear another knock on the door.
I walk over and open it just like before. Except, this time, there are four guys and two girls holding their hands.
“Hey guys, come on in,” I tell them.
They follow me in and shake hands with everyone. Now the party is getting started.
“You guys wanna play drunk jenga?” I ask everyone in the room.
“Drunk Jenga?” Derek asks, already suspicious.
“Think regular Jenga, but spicier. Every block has a dare. Chicken out? You take a shot of tequila.”
“Of that shit? Can we just shotgun a beer instead?” Everest asks.
“Sure, you boys shotgun a beer and Lana and I will take a shot of the poison drink,” I say.
“Everyone make sure you guys have a drink to sip on, though, some of the blocks make you just take a swig,” Lana says.
Everyone grabs a beer. Luckily, the people who just came brought their own.
Everyone heads over to the table, but I get stopped and not by who I want to get stopped by.
“So, you’re Genevieve?” The guy with dark hair and blue eyes asks. He must be one of my matches. I only matched with guys with blue eyes; anyone here without them is someone’s friend.
“That’s right.”
“I’m Dylan,” he says.
He’s hot, but not Aspen-hot. More like “can-repair-your-car-and-ghost-you-after” hot.
Speaking of Aspen, he hasn’t even made an effort to talk to me yet. Is he scared? Does he not feel the same connection I do?
Lost in thought, I go to stand behind Lana, who’s sitting at the table where everyone else is. Some of us are standing, some of us are sitting.
I look across the table at Aspen. He’s not even looking at me anymore. Does he not like me with clothes on or something? What the fuck did I do? Everyone likes me.
Lana goes first, pulling out the first block. She looks at it and blushes.
“Dicks, drink,” she reads. All the guys cheer and raise their beers to take a swig.
Derek goes next, sitting next to Lana.
“Pick a buddy to drink with you,” He reads. He scans the room and his eyes land on Lana’s.
“Hey buddy,” he says to her. She blushes. Go Lana! Then they both take a drink.
It’s my mission to get her laid tonight. She needs it.
The circle keeps on moving. By the time it gets to Aspen, one of the guys has removed his shirt, another guy shotgunned a beer, and the two other girls here have kissed.
Aspen pulls out his multicolored block watchfully and reads it out loud.
I stare at his lips as he shakes his head, takes a deep breath and says, “Kiss the person across from you.”
The person across from him is me. Or Lana because I’m standing behind her. So which one of us is it? Her or me? He obviously will choose me if he wants to kiss me. This is his chance. I wonder who he’ll choose.
