I hate this kind of thing.
But everyone else is playing, so why the fuck not, right?
We get to take shots and get drunk together. Nothing wrong with that.
And since we’re playing something a little spicy, I may as well go all in and get these guys as wasted as I can… or get myself wasted. I’ve done some wild shit in my time.
“Okay.” Charli holds up her shot glass, already a little giggly after only three rounds. “Never have I ever sent a dick pic to anyone.”
“You don’t even have a dick!” Sawyer complains.
“Exactly.” Charli laughs. “It’s the perfect scenario, because I know at least one of you sickos has sent one.”
She eyes up the table while Sawyer frowns, muttering, “Rule breech,” before downing his shot.
Nix gasps, and Darian makes a face, glaring at his buddy. “I will never forgive you for that.”
The guys around the table start howling while I snicker and look at Sawyer. “You sent your best friend a picture of your penis?”
Sawyer starts laughing. “Hells yeah. It was epic. I’ve never seen him so embarrassed.”
“What happened?” Nix sits forward and looks at Darian, but Sawyer answers for him.
“He was showing off to this girl, trying to impress her with the lame-ass images he made me take of him slam-dunking the ball. So I sent him a pic and it popped up on his screen as a notification. She was so shocked that she clicked on it, and there it was—my impressive schlong.” Sawyer grins.
Charli bulges her eyes, then looks at Darian. “How come you never told me this?”
“Like I’m gonna tellanyone!” Darian sputters. “I couldn’t delete that shit fast enough.”
“So, wait…” Nix shakes her head and frowns at Sawyer. “You saw what Darian was doing and quickly took a dick pic?”
“Oh. No. I had it saved up. The guy wouldn’t believe me when I told him I have a glorious, impressively large dick, so I had toget photographic evidence, you know? And then I just bided my time, waiting for the opportune moment.”
Charli snorts and starts laughing. “Because you knew he’d be showing off something on his phone soon enough.”
Darian turns a glare on his sister.
“What?” She laughs even harder. “You know you do it. You can’t help yourself.”
Thoroughly put in his place, Darian slumps back in his chair and barks, “Next!”
It takes a minute for everyone to stop laughing, but eventually all eyes turn to Jimmy, who has yet to take a drink because… well, the guy is as straight as an arrow. His life has been so fucking sheltered he’s barely been allowed to live.
He also doesn’t drink because his parents are complete Nazis when it comes to fun, and, well… the few times he tried it with me, he really hated it. He keeps using the excuse that he’s not old enough, but the truth is, he hates the taste.
I glance at the shot of vodka in front of him and guarantee his palms are already sweating. He’s probably praying like crazy that no one will say anything super lame that he’s done before.
Can’t put the guy through it, so I stand up and quickly save his ass.
“Jimmy’s not a drinker. Let’s find something else for this guy.” I walk to the fridge and dig out a jar of pickles in the back. I have no idea what the expiration date is, but nothing smells funky when I take off the lid.
Draining some of the juice, I walk back to the table and plunk it in front of him.
He’s still looking dubious, so I down his shot glass for him, wincing at the burn of alcohol down my throat, then pour a little juice into his glass.
“I think I’d rather take the alcohol,” he mutters as I slap his shoulder.
“It’s your call, man.” Taking a seat, I spin my shot glass between my fingers, waiting for him to speak.
