I finished my sandwich and ate some salad as well. I wasn’t a big fan of drinking, but tonight, I wanted to get hammered and let go of everything. Better to do this on a full stomach, or I’d definitely regret it later.
While I was eating, Bren scolded Andras and Dagon for being at the bar. “It’s not Andras and Dagon’s night. It’sournight, so drag your asses over here!”
Surprisingly, they did. Andras sat next to me, Dagon on his other side.
“Hey, Di?”
“Yeah, Bren?”
“I’ve got an idea.”
“What idea?” I was already scared. Bren’s ideas either ended up with us in trouble or in situations no one would have thought possible.
“You remember 20/20/20?”
I burst out laughing and into a fit of coughing since I was taking a sip of my gin. “Fuck, Bren! Couldn’t you wait until I swallowed?”
“No!” He screamed.
We burst out laughing, everyone watching us like we’d lost our minds.
“Let’s do it,” I said with excitement.
“Fuck, yes!”
“What is 20/20/20, and do I want to know?” Wilder genuinely looked afraid. He was often the one who would run after us when we got some wild idea into our heads.
“We used to play this together at game nights.” I saw how some of my brothers shifted uncomfortably. “It’s a simple and fun game. Bren, will you explain?”
“Yes, please.” He took a big sip of his whiskey before explaining. “So, it’s a game with drinking and challenges. The numbers are minutes. In the first 20 minutes, we challenge ourselves to do certain things and must complete them before the time is up. The number of things we didn’t manage to do is the number of glasses we must drink.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, Lu, but that’s not even the funniest part. We will walk in a straight line for the next 20 minutes of the game. We use tape on the ground to create the line. You can’t step outside of it. At the same time, we must answer a truth before we reach the finish line. If we don’t do one of those things, we drink half a glass. If we don’t do either, we drink a full glass. It’s like truth or dare but better because we are already drunk.”
“I don’t want to know what the last 20 minutes means,” Wild said, and looked terrified.
“The last 20 minutes…” Bren cut off suddenly and looked at me. I knew that look. He had a wild idea. “You know what? There are way more of us now. Let’s switch it up!”
“Change it how?”
“We group up! Do something different.”
“Groups? What do you mean? How?” I was lost.
“Easy.” I could come up with many crazy ideas, but never on Bren’s level. It was like he was conjuring them out of another universe. “So, for the last 20 minutes, we will split into groups.”
Everyone seemed interested except for Dagon. I wasn’t surprised by that. What startled me was his gaze landing on mine. His fist was clenched, resting on his spread thighs, his eyes razor-focused on me. My breath stuttered as I got lost in his stormy eyes. My gaze dipped to his lips. When they parted, it was like cold water had been poured over my head. What the fuck was I doing? I turned my attention back to Bren just in time to hear him continue. I listened to his words, but my fucking heart wasn’t calming down.
“We’ll go group against group. Imagine I’m in a group with Di. He didn’t answer two truths, so I must answer instead of him, and he must answer mine. I must convince him to do the challenges he didn’t do and vice versa.”
“What happens if we have both answered and done all the challenges?” Oh, Wild, you had no idea what was coming your way.
Bren smiled with a gleam in his eyes, “If this happens, and that’s a big if… then you two pull out new ones. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.”
“Squeezy?“ Dagon chuckled under his breath.
“I can squeeze you instead if you want?” Bren arched a challenging brow at him as Dagon shook his head. We all knew he wasn’t the hugging type.
