Griffin gives him a playful shove. “Hey! I resent that.”
Hunter snorts. “I’d be game.”
That has me nearly spurting out my drink. “You? Really?”
“Really? Truth or dare?” Brooks grumbles.
Hunter passes him another shot. “What, can’t handle it?”
Brooks snorts a laugh before knocking back the shot of tequila in one long gulp. I do my best to ignore the way his throat works as he swallows it down.
“I can. I haven’t played it since high school.”
Hunter leans back in his chair and drapes an arm around Oliver’s shoulder. Oliver, in his thick glasses, stares back at his best friend with a soft smile.
Huh. I wonder when that started.
“Good.” Hunter eggs him on. “I’d hate for you to chicken out on me.”
Brooks reaches across the table to grab another shot and sucks it down.
“No chickening out here.”
“Okay, enough, you two,” I interrupt them. “Oliver, truth or dare.”
“Me? Why are you starting with me?”
Hunter drops his chair back down to the floor and leans across the table. “I’m going first.”
I roll my eyes at him. It’s just like Hunter to step in for his best friend. Games like this have always made Oliver nervous for as long as I’ve known him. “Of course you are. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“When was your last one-night stand?”
“Charlie! You can’t ask that,” Oliver chides him.
Hunter pats Oliver’s hand that rests on the table. “It’s okay. I can answer.” Hunter gives me a pointed glare. “If you must know, it was this past fall.”
“What?” Oliver gapes at him. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
Hunter shrugs. “I mean, it was a one-night stand. Picked up a guy here and we had sex. Not much to talk about.”
“You’re so casual about sex,” Oliver tells him.
As one of the servers walks by, Hunter orders multiple shots for everyone. “Ollie. It doesn’t have to be a big thing. It can be about two people getting off and moving on.”
“But…” His mouth hangs open in shock. Ollie’s hazel eyes are wide. Even in the dim light of the bar, I can see how bright red his ears are turning from here. Poor guy. He’s just had his mind blown.
“You just need to get laid, Ollie.” Griffin reaches across the table and pushes his mouth closed.
“Leave him alone, Griff,” Hunter chides him.
“I don’t…I don’t need to get laid,” Ollie sputters.
“Take a shot.” Brooks pushes one toward him. “It’ll help you feel better.”
Ollie grabs one and proceeds to down it immediately, coughing around it. He’s never been one to drink while we’re out, always opting for water, but tonight, apparently, he needs it.
