“Yeah, a game. You in college so you know how it goes. Truth or dare.”
Glee groaned. “Blayke, nooooo.”
“Truth or dare?” Mahzeyah asked.
“Yeah. So, boom… When it’s your turn, you’re asked either truth or dare. Truth, you answer a question. Dare, you have to do whatever the person asks you to do. If you don’t do the dare or answer the question, you have to take a shot.”
“Of that nasty-ass liquor?” I probed.
“We ain’t drinkin’ no Kool-Aid!” P held up the bottle that we hadn’t even put a dent in.
Sucking my teeth, I sank further back into the couch, feeling P’s eyes on me again.
“Aite, but let’s turn this shit up…” Italian reached inside his pocket and produced a dice. “If you roll an even number, it’s a truth, and an odd number, it’s a dare. Two shots to the person who declines, and if the opposin’ person accepts and complies, the other has to take the double shot. Gal, hand me that tray.”
Behind Gallery was a sofa table with a wooden tray that held a candle. Gal removed the pink candle and handed Italian the tray. We girls remained on the sectional while Italian placed the tray on the centered ottoman, and the guys surrounded it and us. P placed the bottle in the far corner of the tray so it wouldn’t block the dice when it rolled.
“We gone go boys against girls.” Italian turned to Gal. “Keep that shit cute, nigga.”
“Fuck you, nigga!” Gal laughed.
“I’m going to sit this out, y’all.” Glee placed her cup down, and no one objected.
Italian shook the dice in his hand, and when a mischievous smile covered his face as he looked at Mahzeyah, she slapped her forehead.
“You can do the honors, ZeyZey.” He held the dice out to Mahzeyah.
“Boy, please! You roll first.”
“Say less. You gonna blow the dice?”
“Roll the damn dice, Italiano!” she hollered, and I laughed. These two never let up.
He shook them in his fist and released them onto the tray. We all sat up on the couch to see what he’d rolled. A five showed on one, and a two showed on the other.
“Sev’n.”
“Okay…” Mahzeyah pondered while gnawing her lip. “I dare you to call the last girl you contacted in your phone, and tell her you love her.”
He chuckled. “That’s it?”
Her face fell. “What you mean, that’s it? You claim you don’t have a girlfriend, so this is called stirring the pot. Oh, and it can’t be a family member.” Mahzeyah nodded, satisfied with her dare.
Italian reached into his pocket, swiping past notifications.
“And don’t cheat, boy! You doing too much typing.”
“I cleared my screen. I’m goin’ to the call log now.”
“Nope, nope. We young, we don’t really talk on the phone like that. Go to the last text thread of the last girl.”
Italian sighed but complied. “Am I sending her a text, or am I calling her?”
“You seem eager…” Mahzeyah folded her arms.
“I am. She’s pretty as fuck. And Ilovepretty girls.”
He and Gal slapped hands and did that stupid boy laugh.
