AU Where everyone is just casual friends who go out and get drinks a lot and also they have a ton of sex
like
a ton.
Also it's way too hard to try to keep up with seven characters in one scene so Chris is basically just a mute. :\/
"Alright, let's go, I'm ready!"
Helena removed her apron, as was custom, placing down two folded twenties and a ten. Only Sherry seemed to be taken off-guard, as the rest of the table resonated with a slight laugh. Leon slid the bills into his pocket before sharing a look with Helena as she settled into her chair, arms folded.
"You seem awfully eager to lose another 50 bucks, Helena." The blond chided her, looking for a response.
His provocation didn't seem to have much of an effect on her, however, as she flipped her hair, a triumphant air still about her.
"That's because I know I'm going to win this time."
Jake chuckled after having a swig of his drink, lifting the glass towards Helena.
"Just like the last five times? Face it, you're a runner-up for life."
"At least I come close to winning, Jake. Not like you'd remember that feeling."
"Yeah, missing victory by just one step. Must feel great."
Sherry leaned into Jake's shoulder in the next string of laughter, finally deciding to voice her confusion.
"What exactly is going on here?"
The red-head took a moment to compose himself, remembering that Sherry was basically brand new to the group and most likely absolutely lost in what was going on. He silenced the table with a rise of his hand (a once-in a life time thing, probably) and motioned to Sherry.
"Looks like our newest member is a little confused. Leon, if you would...?"
"C'mon, I'm not getting Sherry involved in all this."
"-Says last month's winner." Piers added on, nudging Chris' side.
"I just wanna know what's going on, it's not fair to leave me out of the loop."
A few mumbled sounds of agreement rounded the table at Sherry's objection.
"Alright, fine. Don't say I didn't warn you, though."
He leaned forward, his default position for storytelling or whatever else happened to occur that needed explaining. Like a ritual, it caused a bit of a hush at the table, and maybe even across the bar. The glass of his bottle could be heard tapping against the wooden table in the silence.
"Every second Tuesday of the month, we like to make a little bet...well, it's more like a game than a bet, really, but the winner ends up getting all the money that was put in—"
"It's called the "Walk of Shame" game," Helena cut in, looking over to Sherry. "Since Leon wants be roundabout."
"'Walk of Shame'?" Sherry tilted her head somewhat.
"Yeah. Basically, whoever ends up doing the walk of shame is out."
"Out of the game, out twenty bucks." Chris decided to contribute to the conversation.
Leon didn't take long to get back in control, patting the pocket that held the first fifty dollars.
"We start off with fifty, which is generously contributed by the last game's runner-up," He sent a smirk in Helena's direction. "Then the game begins. Usually lasts around three weeks, four at the most, five weeks usually gets us to a double-month."
Sherry decided to ask her question as Leon paused for a drink.
"So...are there any rules?"
"Well, you basically have to get laid every night— not that that's much of a problem for me."
Eyes were rolled at Jake's statement. He'd only won a single round in the past, and for the rest of the month and up until the next game, he wouldn't let anyone forget it.
"Every night?"
"Not exactly,"
Ada eased up to the table, taking a seat next to Leon without sparing him a glance.
"At least once every two days. Go without for two days and you're automatically disqualified. It's based more-so on a trust system than anything."
"So, what happens if you lose?"
"You lose twenty dollars, then the prize goes up to seventy." Helena leans forward. "The first week's not too hard, get laid every two days, get home before 3AM. Second week, everyone still playing puts in five more dollars every two days, get home before 2AM. The third week is usually sudden-death week. Get home before 1, ten dollars every two days, and losers pay thirty bucks."
Leon sighs, leaning back in his chair. "I remember that fourth week being absolute hell, I'd put so much money out that I couldn't afford to lose."
"Wow, that's like," Sherry had to pause for a moment to do the math in her head. "—almost two-hundred dollars at least."
"Sounds like a nice prize, doesn't it?"
Sherry turned to Piers almost too quickly.
"Nice? Putting in 45$ and getting two-hundred back is a little more than nice. I want in!"
Jake chuckled. "Alright Sherry."
"Well, that brings up the pot some, doesn't it?"
Ada looked over to Leon, knowing he'd have objections to letting her play because Sherry was basically his niece. He didn't have much of a say, however, since he wasn't in the game for the month anyway. He let out a little sigh.
"Alright, fine. I'll text you the rest of the rules later, but aside from that, welcome to the game."
Be prepared.