“Thanks.” I took a sip and was pleasantly surprised. The drink wasn’t sickly sweet like its color made it seem. I might have looked like the kind of girl who only drank candy-flavored cocktails, but I had an appreciation for harder liquors as well. “What is it?”
Ren shrugged. “No idea. I just saw another girl drinking it. How is it?”
“Great. Keep ‘em coming.”
My phone pinged, and I snuck a quick glance at the screen. I was supposed to be relaxing, not working, but I couldn’t help it. I guessed people were right when they called me internet-addicted.
must be nice,getting to follow the band around like a stray dog
do you blow them all backstage after concerts?
Another jealous fan?Or the same one? This was getting old. Just because I ran the social media accounts for a rock band, didn’t mean I was sleeping with all of them.
I fought back a blush as I thought about Jayce and dismissed the message.
I was happy to continue drinking my neon cocktails. The rest of the band mostly drank plain beer, but Morris stuck to a glass of something lightly amber colored, whiskey perhaps. I thought he’d get more wasted than the rest of the band, but, surprisingly, he was the soberest. Kell, on the other hand, was gone after only a handful of beers. He got louder and more obnoxious as the night went on, but the rest of us were pleasantly buzzed enough to find him hilarious and not annoying.
“Okay, okay, guys, seriously now, we’ve got to play a drinking game.”
Morris groaned into his glass. “Kell, man, remember the last time that happened?”
“No.”
“Exactly.”
“Our little Ailey here has been working so hard lately, let’s all let loose and have a little fun.”
“I’m in,” Ren said, raising his beer in a cheer.
“Sure, fine,” Jayce chimed in. He stared down the neck of his beer as if contemplating the mysteries it held.
“What kind of drinking game?” I asked, feeling a bit nervous.
“Never have I ever!” Kell crowed.
“What’s that?”
“We go around in a circle, and each person says something they’ve never done,” Ren explained. “If you have, you take a drink.”
“Or a shot,” Kell chimed in.
“Let’s not get too crazy tonight,” Ren said. “We have another show tomorrow.”
“You’re no fun,” Kell grumbled, but quickly cheered up. “All right, Ailey, you go first.”
I was put on the spot, so I blurted out the first thing that came into my head. “I’ve never gone skydiving.”
“Boring,” Kell declared. “You can do better than that. And preface it with ‘never have I ever,’ okay?”
“Give me a few seconds.” I thought hard. Was there a trick to this game? I supposed you’d want to get everyone else to take a drink. So maybe I could say something I knew the others have done. “Never have I ever… taken my shirt off on stage.”
Kell and Ren groaned, then took a drink. Jayce drank as well, but did so silently.
“It’s not fair,” Kell said. “You probably know way more about us than we know about you.”
I shrugged. “You chose the game.”
“I’m next,” Ren said. He was sitting to my left, so I assumed we went clockwise. “Never have I ever… masturbated in public.”
