Okay then, so I recently got a game for my eighteenth birthday called 'Dirty Minds' and while walking past it on the shelves today, I had the sudden idea to write this.
All outcomes involved in the game were not done by me. I did just play the game while writing this so that everything that happened actually happened.
My best friend answered the questions for part of the story. This is dedicated to that crazy person who wildly sings at the top of her voice to annoy my neighbours with me.
Discovery
"I'm bored." Moaned Stella for what was the sixth time; Mo knew that because she was so bored, she had begun counting the amount of times people has said it.
Stella was in the lead with six times, followed by Charlie who had mentioned it four times, and then Olivia who had only said it once.
"Me too." Make that twice for Olivia.
Slumping back in her seat on the couch, Stella huffed looking up to Scott, "Got any ideas of what to do?"
"Oh, you mean other than band practise?" Scott quipped.
Her head now lulled back onto the couch cushion, "It was a perfectly good idea!"
"We've practised all day, Stel, now this is supposed to be 'relaxing'." That earned Mo a glare from one of her best friends.
"Relaxing is boring!"
Seven times now. She shrugged to herself, earning a weird look from Charlie. He was just jealous that Mo was playing a game and he was not.
Game…
GAME!
"That's it!" It appeared that her train of thoughts had somehow became out loud, as every one looked at her, with evil looks for disturbing the silence.
Olivia spoke first, "This best be good."
"Let's play a board game." She finally suggested.
More silence filled the room as everyone considered it with shrugs; after all, it does seem like a good idea, something to keep them entertained.
All eyes fell on Wen, "Um, I think we have some. Well, Sydney might, unless you want to play Georgie's 'Disney Princess' game."
"Let's go look!" Stella was the first to jump from her seat, willing to do anything to cure her boredom.
"Fine." Finally standing up, both Wen and Stella climbed the stairs, leaving the other four in the quiet once again.
That was until shouting could be heard from upstairs, "Well I say we play this one!"
"But it's my sleepover, and we are definitely NOT playing THAT game!" Wen yelled back at her.
"What is up with you two?" Charlie shouted over the squabbles. Mo could have sworn they were two four year olds at that moment.
"Wen says we should play boring old 'Monopoly' or 'Clue' or even 'Game Of Life'." Stella shouted, too loudly as she came down the stairs, a game box in hand.
"That doesn't sound too bad." Olivia jumped back into the conversation.
"But!" She began, sitting herself on the floor, "I found this…"
The box was a simple black, a silhouette of someone sitting sideways outlined in grey, and a coloured in part of the head, supposedly to represent the brain. As Mo's eyes scanned down the box, she found red and white text, clearly stating 'Dirty Minds - The game of naughty clues.'
"We're not playing that!" Mo finally protested.
Not only would her Dad murder her for sleeping over at a boys home, when she had said she was at Olivia's, he would double murder her if he knew she was playing that.
"Come on, it can't be that bad. I'm sure it's fun." Scott now imputed.
Wen stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed over his chest, a pile of game boxes at his feet. He shook his head, "We're not playing that! Just knowing that's in Sydney's stuff…" He cringed.
The male bass guitarist ignored the protests and opened the box, picking out the first book he found: Player 4. "You stick your finger in me…"
Another cringe came from the ginger boy, Olivia's brow creased, Stella and Charlie laughed, and Mo swore she was going as red as Wen's hair.
"If you're wearing me, it wont hurt when you push it in…" Scott raised his eyebrows, chuckling slightly, "I protect you from pricks."
"What? I don't get it!" Charlie complained, ever the clueless one.
"You're supposed to guess the item I was talking about, or the profession, or well, anything." Scott informed him.
Charlie let out an, "Ah." Although, everyone knew he was still pretty clueless.
"I think we all know what it is, and I'm not even saying it." Wen replied, eyebrows raised at Scott.
Scott laughed out loud, "The point of the game is to try and guess normal things to anything that I am describing. They're made to sound dirty." He rolled his eyes.
"Gloves?" Stella suggested.
He shook his head, "Nope. Someone else want a go?"
Looking around the room, his eyes fell on Olivia, "Cream?"
"Cream protects you from pricks? Really?" Stella laughed once again.
"Next!" This time he looked to Charlie.
"A cone." He shrugged.
"Oh, come on, are you guys even trying to play the game." He looked at them all in disbelief, before looking to Mo, "And you Miss. Banjaree? Let me guess… Some sort of weird thing no one's ever heard of that you know from the clinic."
Mo smiled, "Actually," She shrugged, "I was going to say a thimble."
He stared at her, then to the book, then back to her, and to the book again, before mumbling, "I hate you."
"Yes!" Raising both arms in victory, Mo high fived Charlie and Stella. "You know Wen, this could actually be a fun game." She gave him a small smile.
All the time he was standing there, the game seemed to get funnier and funnier, and he was even wanting to see what else were in those stupid books. A nod came from his head, "Okay, I guess, it can't cause any harm." At that moment, he thanked his dad for taking Sydney and Georgie away for the weekend.
"The rules seem to be simple." Stella informed them, a piece of paper held in her hand as she read over them one last time, "We all get two cards, and the goal is to spell the word 'DIRTY' with them, when you have done so, you win. The other cards are scrambled in the middle of the floor, at the start of your turn you take a card."
She shuffled and then passed everyone two cards before mixing them in the middle.
"The person who owns the game goes first, so… Kind of Wen." Stella pointed over to him. "First you take a card from the pile…"
Wen did so, looking at the cards in his hand: T, T, Lose A Card. He spun the 'Lose a card' around to face everyone before placing that card and one of his T's in the middle pile. One card left in his hand.
"Scott has been elected to read the clues, so he will read the first clue out. You can either Guess, and if you're wrong on your first time you get a free go, any time after that you lose a card for a wrong guess, or pass, in which we all get a turn to guess what he's describing. If we get them wrong, he reads the next clue, if someone other than the person who's go it is guesses it, they can take any card from that player's hand. If you guess it right you get to take a card from the middle pile."
"Eh?" Charlie, clueless as always.
Mo smirked, "I'll help you." She mumbled.
"Thanks."
"If you, the player, get it right on your first clue, you pick up three cards, if you get it on the second clue you get two cards, on the third clue, you get one card. Goal is to spell the word 'Dirty'." She looked around at everyone's faces. "Understood?"
There was a chorus of nods, and the game began…
