“Can we do another game?” I ask none of the boys in particular.
“Really? Haven’t we played enough?” O grunts.
“Yes, we have to. Really. Why don’t you pick a game?” I offer.
He cocks his head at me. “How about ‘Never have I ever’?”
Gil moans, rubs his hands over his face and sighs. “I fucking hate playing ‘Never have I ever’.”
O gives him an evil glare. “I know.”
“Why?” I ask curiously as I watch Jonah get up to get everything we need to play.
“I meant it when I said I’ll try anything at least once. Fuck it. Make it anything but tequila. I’m not playing along if it’s tequila, I won’t survive.” He stands up and takes his shirt off, showing his drool worthy abs.
“Why are you taking your shirt off?” Dean asks, his eyes just as focused on Gil as mine.
“Oh believe me, it’ll happen sooner or later. Let’s just get it over with so I can find my shirt again tomorrow.”
Jonah walks in with some shot glasses and sets them down in front of us with a bottle of some very sugary looking booze. It’s probably going to leave me with a giant hangover in the morning, but at least it’s not tequila like Gil suggested.
“Don’t we already know everything about each other by now?” Gil asks as he reluctantly watches the shot glasses again. “I mean, we talk, like, all the time.”
“I bet there’s still stuff we don’t know about each other,” Jonah answers when he pours everyone a drink. It’s blue. God, that can’t be good, right? Is it going to be just as blue when it comes back up?
Maybe I shouldn’t be thinking about throwing up even before we started drinking. Besides, I’ve tried nothing, I’ll probably won’t have to do that many shots. Or has being with these men changed me so much over the last few months that I have to?
“Okay, because you’re being a good sport, we’ll start with an easy one for you first,” O says while giving Gil a reassuring smile. Then, he changes his focus and looks at Jonah, changing into something far more dark and sinister. “Never have I ever put my red socks in mom’s white wash and then told her my brother did it.”
Well, that’s oddly specific. Jonah scowls at O, takes the shot and refills his glass. Gil almost takes the shot as well, before putting his glass back down.
The corners of my mouth curl up. “Why’d you almost take the shot?”
“I’m so used to having to do them all it’s like a Pavlov reaction,” he says as he looks confused. “Whenever I hear the words ‘never have I ever’ I feel like I should be drinking.” He looks as if he’s seen an alien.
“So, you’re finally admitting you did it then?” O says to Jonah, having some kind of evil gleam on his face.
“Nope, still pleading the fifth. Could be I once took my red socks and put it in my biological mother’s white wash and then blamed Kellan for all you know.”
“It was you, and you blamed me.”
“Neither confirming or denying it” He looks around the room. “Never have I ever done a game of seven minutes in heaven.”
Everyone drinks except me, and I get a round of confused looks.
“What?” I ask.
“Really? Never?”
“No, it didn’t really fit with my idea of finding true love,” I shrug. “Besides, I don’t think I’ve missed out on anything. Aren’t those make out sessions supposed to be bad like most of the time?”
“Nope,” Jonah smirks. “It was O’s actual idea of heaven for a while. Around the time you got your first boyfriend they sort of lined up for him.”
I look at him in disbelief.
“I’ll show you sometime,” he promises me. “Make you a believer.”
I kind of doubt he will, but these men have proven me wrong on more than one occasion. So I give him a nod, agreeing to him taking me to heaven sometime.