Snow and Ice
Summary: The Saw gang gets snowed in during the after Christmas blizzard at Adam and Lawrence's. They get bored and hijinxs ensue. Um…no one's dead so AU and crack; woo! Inspired by the blizzard NYC received the other day. I was snowed in my house for 24 hours. This is what happens. R&R!
"Oy, it's been snowing for hours!" Adam exclaimed. "There's no way any of you guys are getting out of here tonight; there's two feet on the ground outside!"
Adam walked into the main living area of the apartment he shared with Lawrence. In addition to his partner sitting on the couch, he found John sitting in the armchair surfing the Web on his new Macbook Pro; Amada laying under the table reading a book; Jill leaning up against the wall staring out the window and nursing a cup of hot cocoa; Perez resting her head in Strahm's lap; and of course, Hoffman laying under the Christmas tree playing with the ornaments.
"Let's play a game! Let's play a game!" Hoffman exclaimed. Jill glowered in his direction, and he stammered, "N-n-not that kind of game Jill! I WASN'T VOLUNTEERING!" He bolted up and backed away into the wall, holding a half eaten candy cane out in front of him; it was his only defense.
Jill smirked. "I love scaring the shit out of you Hoffman. It's too easy," she said as she sipped her drink.
Amanda piped up from her hiding spot under the dining room table, "Maybe the big oaf is right. I'm bored; we should play a game."
Lawrence got up and walked over to their closet. "Well," he said, "We have…Life, Monopoly, Yahtzee…"
"Board games?" Jill asked incredulously. "If I have to be stuck here with you clowns, I'm at least getting some kind of reward." She placed her empty mug of the coffee table and walked into the kitchen. The rest of the group sat and listened as the heard rustling and banging; Jill was obviously looking for something.
"Aha!" Jill exclaimed, and soon she returned to the sitting room carrying a tray with eight shot glasses and two bottles of Smirnoff.
"…I'm confused…" Hoffman said, still holding out his candy cane in front of him.
"It's for Never Have I Ever, you dipshit," Amanda responded and crawled out from under the table. "Usually reserved for drunken teenage parties," she said and smirked. "Jill, I approve. I didn't think you were the type!"
"There's a lot you don't know about me," Jill responded and her eyes lit up mischievously.
Most of the others murmured in excitement. Adam had a goofy grin on his face. He said, "Damn, this was my favorite part of college! At least, I think it was…I don't really remember." He looked at Lawrence and laughed.
"Jill, do you really think this is a good idea? After all, my life's work is teaching people the error of their ways and the whole point of this game is to exploit them…" John said.
Hoffman finally put down his sticky treat and said, "Yeah…I don't think this is such a good idea."
"No one ever cares what you think Hoffman. You should have figured this out by now. And John…it's Smirnoff Ice," Jill said, and tauntingly waved the bottle in front of him.
John bolted up out of his chair and took his place in the circle, "I'm in!" he exclaimed.
Hoffman muttered and grumbled to himself, "Why is everyone so mean to me!" He picked up his candy cane again and followed John into the circle.
"I know you too well John," she replied and began to pour the vodka into each person's glass. "Okay, rules. Everybody take a shot glass. When the game starts, you put in ten fingers. Whoever starts says a simple statement starting with 'Never have I ever…' Anyone who has done what the first person has not must drink and put down one finger. The game ends when any person ends up with all ten fingers down. Got it?"
The group nodded their heads, and Jill finished pouring. "Alright," she said, "Who wants to start?"