The Gamer-Lympics (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Three

My palms were sweaty as I waited in my car for no reason. Oh no just a teenager on Markiplier's property at 1:30 in the morning. Without wasting another 10 minutes I walked up to his doorstep and knocked. There is a doorbell (Y/n), what the fuck. Within the house a dog's bark could be heard, not agressive but the one that says 'there's someone outside.'

"Shh Chica," I heard somebody whisper before the door was answered by Mark. The dog came out to circle smell me like doggies do before licking my hands.  "Come in (Y/n)."

I'm in Markiplier's home, HOLY SHIT.  "Do you want something to drink, coffee, juice?" Mark asks as he guides me to the living room.  "I'm good, Mark, thanks..."

Sean was sitting down with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, Bob and Wade were also there with beer in hand.  "You know what I'll take that coffee, ready whipped, two creams four sugars."

"This ain't no Tim Horton's," Wade laughed but then Bob adds.  "There isnt a Tim Horton's in California."

"Its been a while since I've been to one."

"What's a Tim Horton's?" Sean asks.  "I'LL MAKE THE COFFEE." Mark shakes his head and heads to the kitchen while I make my way around the large sofa that looks like an L.

After introducing myself to Wade and Bob, I sit next to Sean. There's a ton of space for me to sit but why not sit next to green bean. His hair was so dark brown it could pass as black.  "You're all getting blackout drunk tonight?"

"Maybe a little. Exept Mark over there, you?" Smiled Sean as he pored some shots all the way to the brim.  "I forgot you're seventeen," he then cringes.  "Psh this is the US, we start doing drugs in middle school."

"Fair point right there." Bob raises his own glass before chugging it. Mark later comes back with a mug overflowing with whipped cream.  "Damn, you wouldn't do that if I asked you to." Wade snaps at Mark.  "Well she's our guest, by the second visit she can help herself."

"Thank you," I told him. It smells really good though.  "So what made you invite me?"

Everyone points at Sean.  "Okay I want to beat you in a game so we're even." He says and I laugh loudly,  "are you sure thats possible?"

"I pick," he dissapears into the hallway leaving me next to the guys.  "Is he serious?"
Mark nods taking a sip of water from his hydro flask. Sean returns to the couch with a bunch of cards and sets them on the coffee table in from of us.  "It's called Take A Shot. You have to be absolutely honest to these confessions. If you've done it you take a shot, last one standing wins." He explains.

"Nothing is weirder than me drinking with a bunch of guys."

"No its not, Amy is in the next room. Just in case you get too uncomfortable." Mark assures. Honestly made me feel a bit better that there's another girl in the house. But just because Sean is Irish doesn't mean I'm gonna lose to his little game.  "Ladies first," Sean said. 

I pick a card,  "Take a shot if you've done drugs."

We stare at each other before Bob asked if Nicotine counts. It does. Holding up my shot glass I wait for Sean to do so and a little smirk crept on his mouth.  "We were all 14 once," he said. I felt the hard liquid ride down my throat like lava, caffeine and alcohol don't mix. 

It was his turn now.  "Take a shot if you've taken nudes."

Mark laughed along Wade and Sean himself. I only smiled. They pick up their shit glass except me and Mark who obviously isn't playing cause he'll literally die.  "Nothing at all at all (Y/n), really?" Sean asked without a second of belief.  I shake my head smiling.