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“Have you played this before?” she asked as she started arranging a triangle with the cups.
“Uh, yeah,” I answered with an eye roll. “I may not be a college student, but this ain’t my first rodeo.”
“OK, OK,” she laughed. “I’m really good at this game.”
“The line for the keg’s too long,” said a shirtless guy with abs of steel and low-hanging jeans who came around with a bottle of Barton vodka. “We’ll just play with this instead.”
He started filling the cups generously, and I was thankful Lizzie said she was good at this game.
Thirty minutes later …
Lizzie fucking sucked at beer pong. Literally didn’t sink one single ball.
And neither did I.
Needless to say, after several cups of cheap vodka we were both feeling too good to be ashamed of our skills.
“I guess we lost,” Lizzie shouted at me as we left the table.
“Yeah, definitely wasn’t one of my better games,” I said as we stumbled into each other. Somehow the house was even more packed than it was when we arrived. It was ungodly hot, and incredibly loud, but there was a small part of me that wasn’t hating it. Maybe it was the alcohol talking.
I grabbed Lizzie's hand and pulled her back toward the kitchen, where we found a bunch of girls in line to be hoisted up for keg stands by a couple of bulky jocks. We were pushed around a little as we tried to shuffle by, and then I heard someone say, “You’re next, sweetheart. Up you go,” followed by a shriek as Lizzie’s hand was pulled from mine and she was in the arms of the two Vikings who were turning her upside-down.
“What the fu—” I started to scramble, but then a laugh left Lizzie’s lips as she grabbed the top of the keg to brace herself. “It’s OK, Knox. I got this!” she shouted to me as someone put the tap to her lips.
I was gaping at her as her lips suckled on the tap, her hair hanging all over the place. Then someone sidled up next to me, extending his hand with a lit joint. “Hey bro!” I looked over and saw it was Jared.
“Hey, man!” I said in surprise as I took his offering with one hand, and we pulled each other into a bro hug. “What are you doing here?” I turned as I took a long pull and inhaled, then slowly exhaled, hoping Lizzie didn’t see. Although, she said she didn’t mind smoking, right?
“Hey, I go here, man. What areyoudoing here?”
I pointed to Lizzie, who had beer leaking from her lips and streaming down her cheek and forehead. She smacked one of the guys’ arms to let him know she was tapping out, and they started to set her down. I adjusted myself in my pants and took another hit before passing the joint back.
“I see the blind date went well,” Jared said, low enough so only I could hear, and I just gave him a smirk. “Sorry I can’t catch up. I have to find Janice somewhere in this zoo.”
“Good seeing you, man,” I said as we shook hands, and he disappeared into the crowd.
Lizzie barreled into me. “Was that Johnny? Jack? ... What’s his name?”
“Jared,” I said louder than intended as I grabbed her hips to steady her, but I wasn’t much help because the world was starting to sway a little for me.
“Yes! Jared!” she shouted, even louder than me. Her eyes were red and her cheeks flushed. “I don’t know why I’m shouting!” She giggled, slapping a hand over her mouth.
My hands traveled around so I could flex my fingers around her ass . God, what I wanted to do to that ass. She looked so damn cute right then, I could have just …
“DANCE PARTY!” some guy shouted from nearby, and a rush of people flooded into the living room as the music somehow got even louder, and Lizzie and I rolled our eyes as “I’m Too Sexy” came on.
“At least the line for the keg is gone,” Lizzie said as she headed over to it.
“Thing’s kicked!” someone informed us as he made his way toward the crowd.
“Well, that shucks,” I slurred as I rubbed the back of my neck and craned my head, glancing around the kitchen, my eyes landing on the tub of pink liquid.
I looked back at Lizzie, who raised an eyebrow at me.
Forty-five minutes later …
I was screaming at the top of my lungs about heading down the Atlanta Highway toward a love shack. I had one fist in the air and a cup of pink liquid sloshing around in the other, while Lizzie and I bounced amid a crowd of sweaty, stinky bodies.
