Next, my eyes instinctively go to the barrel blazing with fire, Georgia and Cora sitting around it, sharing a bottle of Fireball whiskey.
“Who’s up for playing two truths and a lie?” Georgia yells, shaking the bottle of whiskey in the air.
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THIRTEEN
With a cheerful clap, I practically skip to the girls, my words spilling out in a shout, “That sounds like fun! I haven’t played in years!”
I lug a camping chair over and settle into it next to Cora, who immediately passes me the whiskey bottle. “Take a sip before we start the game so you and your tongue loosen up a bit.”
Not needing to be told twice, I take a swig as Ryan drops a camping chair on the other side of me, already having a beer in his hand.
Looking around, I see AJ by the two folding tables closer to the RV, arranging plates and utensils while drinking a beer. He moves to the RV to snag a camping chair, places it beside Georgia, and sits back in it, his legs wide.
Jared pops up unexpectedly and throws a log into the fire, and it makes a loudboom,causing me to flinch. He picks up a camping chair and situates it on the other side of Ryan.
“Who wants to break the ice and go first?” Cora asks coyly, rattling the whiskey bottle, making the liquid slosh around.
Gazing over at the girls, I see they are wearing jeans, crop tank tops with open jackets, and sneakers. The guys are in loungewear, pants, sweatshirts, and sneakers. Ryan and I are both wearing jeans, oversized sweatshirts, and sneakers.
Color blooms on my face; we must look like an absolute mess since we haven’t showered in two days, while they all look fresh from taking a shower in the RV.
My mind wanders as I remember when Ryan came up with this grand camping idea. I was originally opposed, but he wore me down, reaffirming it would only be for a week.
Quickly, I make a mental note to use some of our water to rinse off a bit more.
Fueled by the whiskey, I lift my hand gleefully. “I’ll go!”
Cora is already pressing the bottle into my hands before I can react. “Do you remember how to play?” she asks, clearly amused.
“You make three statements about yourself—two are truths, and one is a lie. The other players must guess which one is the lie. If they guess wrong, that person takes a drink; if they guess right, the person who made the statements takes a drink,” I state matter-of-factly, looking at all of them.
The girls nod impatiently, wanting me to get the ball rolling.
“Okay, let’s see,” I lean back, pondering over what my statements are going to be, and I say, “I’m a diehard fan of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, I love to cook, and kayaking is one of my favorite things to do.”
I peer around at everyone, waiting for someone to guess the lie. Ryan sips on his beer because he knows it wouldn’t be fair to guess.
After a minute, Cora speaks up. “The lie is that you love to cook!”
Giggling, I say, “Nope!” I pass her the whiskey, and she takes a generous gulp.
“Come on, it’s obvious that you hate anything to do with camping, even kayaking.” Jared laughs, taking a swig of his beer.
I laugh back. “This is my first time, and I loathe it.”
Laughter ripples through the group.
“Okay, okay, it’s my turn!” shouts Cora, shushing everyone.
“Hmmm.” She taps her finger on her lips and looks off into the dark. “I’m a huge meat eater, I like a thumb in my ass,” she winks at Jared, “and I have an OnlyFans account.”
Jared bursts into laughter, nearly spraying his beer everywhere. “The lie is definitely that you like a thumb in it; you prefer a dick.”
Cora giggles, kicking her feet, and we all laugh with her.
“Drink up,” Jared tells her, and she takes a drink, shoving the bottle at Jared.
