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I guess that we may as well enjoy it then. Perhaps, Kay will take its cost out of our asses.
I’ve never drunk seven-thousand-dollar vodka before. Honestly, I’d rather have a beer.
“How do we play?” Cassian asks, worriedly. “Is it hard?”
I glance at him in surprise. He’s at college. Surely, he’s played a version of this at parties or at least, when he was at high school.
Everett shoots me a quelling look, however, and I don’t say anything.
“Don’t panic, Cas, it’s easy,” Axel says, softer than he’s spoken to anyone else. “The rules of this game are simple. We’ll each take a turn saying something that we have never done. Then anyone who has done it can take a swig from this fine vodka. Actually, is that positive reinforcement for losing? I’d make a shit dom. Still, the one who is the least drunk at the end wins.”
“I think everyone wins in this game.” Robyn grins.
Axel jumps to his feet. “See, this is why you understand me, Ryn.”
Cassian surprises me by confidently offering, “I’ll go first.”
“Good boy,” Everett praises. “That’s brave.”
Cassian glows, before tipping up his chin. “Never have I ever played this kinky game before.”
We all stare at him.
Smart kitten.
“I don’t tend to play party games,” Cassian admits. “I also don’t usually…never have been…invited to parties. Mistress allowing me to organize these fetish events has been amazing because suddenly, I can be part of something.”
“Here we go.” Axel takes a worryingly long swig of vodka; he’s definitely losing.
How high is his tolerance?
Then he passes the bottle around. Garcia looks like he’s drinking water.
Shit.
Everett gives a long-suffering sigh, when he takes the bottle. “Axel, you won’t be the only one who is royally fucked if I drink this. Mistress didn’t give me permission to drink tonight.”
“You shouldn’t feel pressured to drink,” I say, quickly. “What about if I drink for you?”
Everett glances at me surprised, before he smiles. “You’d do that? But then you’ll lose for sure. It’s not fair.”
I shrug. “I’m competitive. But more than that, I’m supportive of my family and friends.”
Everett’s eyes gleam suspiciously like he’s holding back tears. “And I’m that, am I?”
“Of course you are. That’s why you’re going to lend me that awesome coat of yours, right?”
“Good try.”
He passes me the bottle, and I take two small swigs from it. It tastes creamy with a hint of citrus underneath. When I swallow, it goes down as smoothly as velvet, rather than burning.
Huh, so that’s the difference between luxury vodka and the type that I used to buy at college in brown paper bags from the corner shop.
“Try this.” I tip the bottle up to Robyn’s lips. “It’s not as nice as beer but it doesn’t burn or…”
I catch Garcia’s amused expression, and my cheeks redden.
Robyn swallows, licking her lips. “It’s nice.”
