Scrabble Night

note: Yes. I did rip off the joke from Red Dwarf. I'm a terrible person. But really, that just means you should go watch Red Dwarf.

Ken glanced suspiciously, from left to right. On his right lay Omi, head resting casually on one hand, gazing at the tiles in from of him. On the left, Yohji, squinting at his tiles from behind his glasses, moving them up and down his nose, as though this might bring them into focus. And across from him, Aya. The epitome of Zen, a look a vague disinterest directed at the wall behind him. It was scrabble night.

The rules were simple, they followed the regular rules of Scrabble, only there was no dictionary. at least, not before you played. Once you took your turn, your word was spell checked with the Scrabble dictionary (4th edition), correct spelling? You got full points. Wrong spelling? Well, that was another story.

Ken jolted as an empty bottle clattered to the floor. It you spelled the word wrong, you had to take a shot.

Yes. It was drunken Scrabble. Once Omi became of legal age, any group board game experience became liberally doused in alcohol, courtesy of Yohji. Drunken Scrabble had finally one out, though it was a close tie between Scrabble and Drunken Candyland.

Drunken Scrabble, a Weiss tradition. Who'd have thought?

"T" Ken began, laying his tiles down on the board, "A-R-T. Tart. As in, 'Yohji is a tart.' Four points."

Yohji giggled. If asked he would has said he chuckled, but no, it was a giggle.

Aya calmly wrote down Ken's score.

"You know Ken, this is the fourth turn where you've called Yohji a name." Omi said, continuing to look thoughtfully at his tiles. "You've got trollop, slut, easy and tart."

"Shut up Omi." Ken said, resting his head on his arms and aiming a glare it was he hoped was Yohji's direction.

Yohji giggled.

"Your turn." Aya said quietly. Yohji nodded.

"F-L-I-Z-B-R-R-T-E. Flizbrrte." Yohji said, smiling proudly. He made a grand gesture at the board. "Triple word score. You can tell me how many points. I'm no good with numbers."

"Flizbrrte isn't a word, Yohji." Omi said in a somewhat scolding tone, reaching for the dictionary.

"Sure it is!" Yoji said, his smile getting wider. "It's the noise you make when you accidentally catch you genitals in a dictionary."

"You've done that?" Ken asked, lifting his head curiously. "How? Why?"

"Don't play Naked Scrabble, boys. Just say no."

All four were quiet for a minute, contemplating what Yohji has just said. Simultaneously, they all shuddered.

"I say we give him the points." Omi said after a moment.

Aya's pencil scratched as he adjusted the score. He looked at the paper a moment.

"Yohji's winning."