Fire Bad, Tree Pretty (2/15: But Why Is The Rum Gone?!)
Angelus angelus1317@hotmail.com
See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.
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Seth wasn't sure how Summer and Marissa had managed to find his old board games. He was more impressed by the fact that they had been able to make it up the stairs unaided, much less that they had made it back down with Candyland, Monopoly, and Twister in hand. Not that he would have been able to do much better at this point - Seth was limiting his intake, but he was still growing more and more uncoordinated by the minute.
Monopoly had been a bust - all four of them were much too drunk for the math-oriented game. So, it had been onto Candyland. And, seeing as though the game had been designed for five-year-olds, it was much more suitable to their current mental state.
"Move forward one green space," Marissa instructed Ryan, then proceeded to move his piece for him. Beside Seth, Summer giggled. She'd been doing that every few seconds, but nobody cared enough to tell her to stop.
Summer kicked Ryan in the shin. "Hey!" she said loudly. "It's *your* turn!"
"Owww!" he complained. "No, it's not. I just went."
"Fine," she pouted. "Then *I'll* go." She picked a card from the top of the stack and help it up for the rest of them to see. Move ahead two purple spaces. So she did.
"Summer, you *won*!" Marissa exclaimed.
"I did?" Summer frowned, as if this was a difficult concept to understand. She leaned forward to inspect the board, her eyes narrowing in concentration. Satisfied, she sat back up to let out a little cheer, throwing her hands in the air. A little *too* enthusiastically, however, because she ended up falling over backwards. While she flailed around on the floor, Ryan and Marissa collapsed against each other in hysterics. Summer started giggling, too, but by now Seth had had quite enough of it. Leaning over her, he was fully prepared to tell her to shut the hell up. At the last minute, however, Ryan shoved him with his foot, sending him toppling onto Summer and the other two laughing even harder.
"Shit," he muttered, struggling to get up. Summer was having none of that, though. Yanking at the front of his shirt, she tugged him down so that he was lying completely on top of her.
"What's your favorite candy?" she asked, as if this were the most natural position to be having a conversation in.
"M&M's," Ryan answered. "They melt in your mouth, not in your hand."
"No, Pop Rocks!" Marissa chimed in. "'Cuz it's like an explosion in your mouth!"
"Shhh," Summer complained. "I asked Seth. Seth, what's your favorite candy?" Seth blinked slowly, his beer-addled brain struggling to process the question. Before he could even open his mouth, however, she butted in with: "My favorite's a Tootsie Pop. 'Cuz everyone wants to know how many licks it takes to get to the center." And with that, she licked him from the hollow of throat up to the tip of his ear. Groaning, Seth settled himself more firmly on top of her and ran a hand from her hip up to her lace-covered breast, massaging it gently. They stared at each other as he did this, eyes wide and uncomprehending.
"Guys," Marissa complained. "Come on, let's do something else." It was a full minute, however, until Seth rolled off of Summer and sat up.
"What do you want to do?" he asked. Ryan held up the Twister box.
"Yeah!" Summer shouted. She and Marissa leapt to their feet and began setting up. In their state, it took them considerably longer than it should have, but once it was done, they eagerly threw Ryan the spinner as Seth plopped down on the couch next to him. While the girls turned silly and giggly when they were drunk, he and Ryan just plugged along like they were stoned. Regardless, he grabbed them all another beer.
Ryan flicked the little plastic pointer with his finger. Peering over his shoulder, Seth called:
"Left foot blue." Ryan passed the cardboard square, and Seth spun.
"Right hand green," Ryan announced. Both girls complied. As they did, however, they were forced to bend over, giving Seth and Ryan an excellent view down the fronts of their shirts.
"Aren't you guys going to play?" Marissa asked. The guys shared a look.
"Uhh...no thanks," Seth said.
"Right foot green." Now it was their asses in the air to admire.
This was going to be a *very* fun game of Twister.
~*~
One hour later...
~*~
Left foot yellow," Ryan commanded. Marissa looked around, trying to find which dots were the yellow ones. After deciding that they would do a shot of rum each time one of the girls fell, the game had slowed. The count was up to six falls, with both Summer and Marissa tied at three apiece. The trouble was, however, that now the room was starting to spin and the colors were bleeding all together. By the time Marissa had found the yellow row, she couldn't remember which hand was her right and which hand was her left. She remembered, years ago, when their first grade teacher had taught them to hold up their thumb and index finger on both hands to see which one formed an "L". So Marissa lifted her hands. In doing this, however, she forgot that her hands were what had been holding her up. Squealing, she toppled forward into Ryan's lap, knocking over Summer as well, who landed with a thud on her butt in the center of the mat. This wasn't too bad a position, though, Marissa decided, bringing her boyfriend's face down to hers.
"Gross," Summer complained from the floor. Seth slid off the couch, landing next to her on his stomach.
"Gross, huh?" he teased, kissing her neck. He would have kissed her on the mouth, but his head hurt whenever he tried to lift it. So he settled for the neck and slipping a hand under her T-shirt, stroking her stomach. Summer hummed softly as his thumb dipped into her navel. On the couch, Ryan and Marissa pried themselves apart, giggling as they attempted to disentangle their limbs.
"Let's do something else," Ryan suggested.
"No way, man," Seth protested. "Too much beer. I can barely move."
"You know what would help that?" Ryan asked.
"What?"
"More beer."
Angelus angelus1317@hotmail.com
See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.
~*~
Seth wasn't sure how Summer and Marissa had managed to find his old board games. He was more impressed by the fact that they had been able to make it up the stairs unaided, much less that they had made it back down with Candyland, Monopoly, and Twister in hand. Not that he would have been able to do much better at this point - Seth was limiting his intake, but he was still growing more and more uncoordinated by the minute.
Monopoly had been a bust - all four of them were much too drunk for the math-oriented game. So, it had been onto Candyland. And, seeing as though the game had been designed for five-year-olds, it was much more suitable to their current mental state.
"Move forward one green space," Marissa instructed Ryan, then proceeded to move his piece for him. Beside Seth, Summer giggled. She'd been doing that every few seconds, but nobody cared enough to tell her to stop.
Summer kicked Ryan in the shin. "Hey!" she said loudly. "It's *your* turn!"
"Owww!" he complained. "No, it's not. I just went."
"Fine," she pouted. "Then *I'll* go." She picked a card from the top of the stack and help it up for the rest of them to see. Move ahead two purple spaces. So she did.
"Summer, you *won*!" Marissa exclaimed.
"I did?" Summer frowned, as if this was a difficult concept to understand. She leaned forward to inspect the board, her eyes narrowing in concentration. Satisfied, she sat back up to let out a little cheer, throwing her hands in the air. A little *too* enthusiastically, however, because she ended up falling over backwards. While she flailed around on the floor, Ryan and Marissa collapsed against each other in hysterics. Summer started giggling, too, but by now Seth had had quite enough of it. Leaning over her, he was fully prepared to tell her to shut the hell up. At the last minute, however, Ryan shoved him with his foot, sending him toppling onto Summer and the other two laughing even harder.
"Shit," he muttered, struggling to get up. Summer was having none of that, though. Yanking at the front of his shirt, she tugged him down so that he was lying completely on top of her.
"What's your favorite candy?" she asked, as if this were the most natural position to be having a conversation in.
"M&M's," Ryan answered. "They melt in your mouth, not in your hand."
"No, Pop Rocks!" Marissa chimed in. "'Cuz it's like an explosion in your mouth!"
"Shhh," Summer complained. "I asked Seth. Seth, what's your favorite candy?" Seth blinked slowly, his beer-addled brain struggling to process the question. Before he could even open his mouth, however, she butted in with: "My favorite's a Tootsie Pop. 'Cuz everyone wants to know how many licks it takes to get to the center." And with that, she licked him from the hollow of throat up to the tip of his ear. Groaning, Seth settled himself more firmly on top of her and ran a hand from her hip up to her lace-covered breast, massaging it gently. They stared at each other as he did this, eyes wide and uncomprehending.
"Guys," Marissa complained. "Come on, let's do something else." It was a full minute, however, until Seth rolled off of Summer and sat up.
"What do you want to do?" he asked. Ryan held up the Twister box.
"Yeah!" Summer shouted. She and Marissa leapt to their feet and began setting up. In their state, it took them considerably longer than it should have, but once it was done, they eagerly threw Ryan the spinner as Seth plopped down on the couch next to him. While the girls turned silly and giggly when they were drunk, he and Ryan just plugged along like they were stoned. Regardless, he grabbed them all another beer.
Ryan flicked the little plastic pointer with his finger. Peering over his shoulder, Seth called:
"Left foot blue." Ryan passed the cardboard square, and Seth spun.
"Right hand green," Ryan announced. Both girls complied. As they did, however, they were forced to bend over, giving Seth and Ryan an excellent view down the fronts of their shirts.
"Aren't you guys going to play?" Marissa asked. The guys shared a look.
"Uhh...no thanks," Seth said.
"Right foot green." Now it was their asses in the air to admire.
This was going to be a *very* fun game of Twister.
~*~
One hour later...
~*~
Left foot yellow," Ryan commanded. Marissa looked around, trying to find which dots were the yellow ones. After deciding that they would do a shot of rum each time one of the girls fell, the game had slowed. The count was up to six falls, with both Summer and Marissa tied at three apiece. The trouble was, however, that now the room was starting to spin and the colors were bleeding all together. By the time Marissa had found the yellow row, she couldn't remember which hand was her right and which hand was her left. She remembered, years ago, when their first grade teacher had taught them to hold up their thumb and index finger on both hands to see which one formed an "L". So Marissa lifted her hands. In doing this, however, she forgot that her hands were what had been holding her up. Squealing, she toppled forward into Ryan's lap, knocking over Summer as well, who landed with a thud on her butt in the center of the mat. This wasn't too bad a position, though, Marissa decided, bringing her boyfriend's face down to hers.
"Gross," Summer complained from the floor. Seth slid off the couch, landing next to her on his stomach.
"Gross, huh?" he teased, kissing her neck. He would have kissed her on the mouth, but his head hurt whenever he tried to lift it. So he settled for the neck and slipping a hand under her T-shirt, stroking her stomach. Summer hummed softly as his thumb dipped into her navel. On the couch, Ryan and Marissa pried themselves apart, giggling as they attempted to disentangle their limbs.
"Let's do something else," Ryan suggested.
"No way, man," Seth protested. "Too much beer. I can barely move."
"You know what would help that?" Ryan asked.
"What?"
"More beer."