"Oh come on Carly, you have to keep drinking. Sam and I can't finish this by ourselves." Freddie tried to edge her on.
"Well..." Sam shot Freddie a look to which Freddie denied. He did not want to drink that much.
"I don't want to. Not if it tastes that bad."
"Wait here," Sam ran downstairs and come back up with a few cans of Peppi Cola and cups. "You can mix it with this, that way you can barely taste the alcohol.
"Alright..." Carly poured a can of coke into the cup and then Sam filled a shot glass and poured it into it. "This should be good." She took a sip.
"So... can you taste it?" Sam asked as she poured another shot.
"Not at all, I think this is go-" Sam poured the shot into her cup, "Hey! I said it was good!"
"Don't be a wimp. Try it now."
Carly took another sip. "Eh, this is okay. I'll live."
"Good. Here Freddie, take another one." She poured a shot and handed it to Freddie.
"Huh? Sure." He took it fast. He didn't even cringe.
"Wow... big man." Sam was shocked.
"What? It's not that bad..."
"Take another one." She poured another shot and then one into the other glass. "Take it with me."
The two took the shot at the same time. "You guys better slow down. I'm gonna be sober while you two are both dying." Carly had a point.
"No no no, we don't need to slow down. You... need to speed up. Chug chug chug!" The two started chanting. Carly finally gave in and guzzled the rest of her drink. She leaned back and opened her eyes up wide.
"Woah... WOOO!" She started feeling it. They all did, but none of them wanted to stop. They decided it would be best to wait a little bit before drinking more because Freddie said something about how more alcohol in a short amount of time was a bad idea.
"Alright, so I did out the math. If I take more than four shots in 60 minutes, then I am over the legal limit to drive. So I think that should be good for me."
"Oh shut up Fredlumps. You are gonna drink until momma tells you to stop." She gave him a dominating look to which he cowered.
"Don't make him drink more than he wants. I don't know how much more I want either."
"Aww you guys are no fun." Sam decided to break the wait by pouring a shot for herself. Freddie snatched the glass before she could.
"Up bup bup. No. Sam, we said we were gonna wait." He looked at her and she smiled back at him. He looked down at the glass and then cocked his head back as he took the shot.
"Freddie!" Carly was getting mad.
"Boy's got guts!" Sam screamed as she poured another shot for herself. She took it and then asked Carly. "Want me to make you another sissy drink?"
"Yes, and it's not sissy!" She cracked open another can of cola and poured it into the cup as Sam poured another two shots into the glass.
"I'll be right back, I gotta go pee." Freddie stood up real fast and it hit him. "Oh god, do not stand up," he said as he stumbled and fell onto his bean bag chair. The two girls laughed.
"Freddie, you're such a nub," Sam said as she stood up to prove him wrong. "Oh god you aren't kidding." She fell over on top of him.
"Aww Sam, what the hell? Get up."
"Nah I'm good, you're comfortable."
"Carly?" Freddie looked at Carly with puppy dog eyes.
"I think I'm not gonna even try to stand up. You're on your own."
"Sam. Get upppp." He threw her off the side of the bean bag and she hit her head hard on the ground. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry." He quickly went over to see if she was okay. She looked up at him and smiled for a moment.
"Thank.." She cut herself off. Her smile ran off her face. "Get off me! What the hell, you just throw me off like that?"
"You fell on top of me. I could hardly breathe."
"Oh so you are calling me fat? That's a great thing to do."
"Well you do eat a lot." Sam looked hurt. Freddie had pulled a card that should never pulled. He realized what he said and embraced himself for the hit. The hit never came.
Sam grabbed her bottle of vodka and took a swig right out of the bottle. When she put the bottle down, there was a tear running down her right cheek. Freddie had insulted her and it hurt her. Hurt her enough to cry, something she rarely did.
Carly smacked Freddie. "What the hell Freddie? That was mean!"
"She started it. She started it like five years ago with all of her insults to me. She deserved it."
"You know what?" Sam spoke. "You're right. I did deserve it. And you know what you deserve?" She took the bottle, wound up and swung it into his crotch.
Freddie keeled over and puked.