Shay shrugged and sipped her drink. “It’s a talent.”
“You didn’t answer the question,” Larissa pointed out.
“You didn’t,” Shay agreed. “We need to know, like right now, if you’re still a virgin.”
“And what Xander’s like in bed…” Angie added.
“I don’t know what he’s like in bed. I mean, we made out in his bed… but then he got up and left. And he hasn’t talked to me since. We didn’t even get to the sex part.”
“Damn,” Shay said.
“He left?” Larissa gaped at me. “In the middle of making out?”
“Yup.” I groaned. “You guys. Why is it so hard to get a guy to screw me?”
Shay snorted.
“Don’t laugh at me!” I laughed and flung cheesy poofs at her.
Okay, I knew my friends were kinda entitled to laugh. They were all older than me, and they’d all had actual sex with a real, live man. Or a few.
I’d probably laugh at me if I were them.
“Okay…” Angie said, snacking on a cheesy poof, “before this gets depressing. We need a drinking game.”
“Oh,yum,” Shay concurred. She pulled a bottle of blueberry port from her purse.
“What, do you carry one of those around at all times now?” I watched her pull out some little plastic shot cups and line them up on the table between us.
“Nope,” she said, pouring out shots. “I carry two.”
“We’re shooting port?” Angie said.
“Blueberryport.” Shay handed out the shots. “And you can sip it, if you’ve gotta be a funwrecker. But that’s on you. I’m going all in.” And with that, she shot hers back.
“We didn’t even start the game yet,” Larissa protested.
Shay shrugged. “You gotta have one to warm up. You know, lube the pipes.”
I looked at Angie. She shrugged.
We drank our blueberry port. It was delicious, but it definitely wasn’t meant to be shot back like that. I shuddered a little.
We all passed our cups back to Shay.
“Okay,” she said, refilling them. “Rules of the game?”
“We drink every time Shay says ‘dick’ or ‘tits,’” Angie said. “You’re obsessed with tits,” she informed Shay.
“Because tits are awesome,” Shay said. “Just like dicks.”
“And each time Courteney says ‘ew’ to something you say,” Larissa added.
“Sounds good to me.” A grin spread across Shay’s face as all the disgusting things she might say to try to gross me out spun through her mind.
“Great,” I said.
“Okay, let’s brainstorm this Xander issue.” Shay studied me like I was some lab specimen. “He walked out on you, right? So, next time, you should tie him down and just have your way with him.”
