The next few days I spent getting myself comfortable in the house. I made coffee in the mornings, establishing a favorite mug: the one shaped like a classic sheet ghost. I smoked joints with my roommates out on the back patio. I watched movies in the living room after dark, even after everyone else went to bed.
Wes, being a stay-at-home artist, kept me company after the others departed for work. I helped Vivian put together an outfit for an upcoming date, and Leo showed me how to use their ancient cooking stove.
Bonnie's bedroom was, as expected, the biggest one in the house. The windows took up almost the whole back wall, allowing the beauty of natural lighting brighten up everything and everyone that occupied that room. Her bed sheets were mossy green, decorated subtly with vines and mushrooms. I sank into the bed instantly upon sitting down, which honestly just tempted me to fling myself backwards into the bed and allow the mattress to absorb my body.
Wes entered the room balancing three glass cups between his arms and his chin. He lightly kicked the door closed and cautiously handed the stack of glasses to Bonnie before taking his seat on the floor.
We had just gotten back from the gas station, each of us with our own personal drink to balance the bitterness of the liquor. I unscrewed the top of my cherry cola, letting out a sharp hiss. "Don't pour it," said Bonnie. "We're doing shots."
Bonnie had planned a drinking game for the three of us to play, but she didn't tell us anything about the game prior. Regardless, I was excited to spend my night with the two in a more intimate setting whilst still being able to have a few drinks to calm my nerves. This may be a good opportunity to unearth some answers to the questions that had been burning in my head for days.
Bonnie sat down on the floor in front of me, crossing her legs. She placed the liquor bottle in her lap between her legs, separated the glasses, and lined them up.
"The game is truth or drink," said Bonnie, as she began to unscrew the lid. "It's basically truth or dare, but you can't choose dare, and if you don't want to answer the question, you have to take a shot." I silently smiled, as it had become my main goal for the night to find out the story of Bonnie and Wes. "That's pretty much all it is. Answer a question honestly, or take a shot." We all nodded at each other to confirm our comprehension. "Shall we take a shot before we start?"
Bonnie's grin grew wide with anticipation as she poured our shots. She handed us each a glass after filling it with the equivalent of a shot. We joined glasses in the air, producing a clink. We all threw back our shots in unison and slammed our glasses onto the floor. Wes cringed at the taste, followed by a chuckle after he finally swallowed, meanwhile Bonnie handled it like water. The alcohol felt warm traveling down my throat and spreading to my chest.
"I'll go first," said Bonnie as she smiled at me. Her excitement hinted that she already had some questions in mind. Which is no problem, I'm a fully open book--a book that Bonnie seemed eager to read thoroughly. "I'll start mild. What ever happened to that one guy you were dating when I left? What was his name?"
I instantly burst out in laughter, realizing I should have expected to be asked something that would trigger a flashback. "Oh my god, Josh? We broke up that summer."
"Well what happened?" she questioned eagerly.
"Okay so listen to this shit," I started. I wanted to eliminate any awkwardness between us, so I went all in. And, starting a story with that phrase hopefully reflected that. "He barely talked to me when the summer started and he was ignoring me whenever I hit him up, and then at Amber's birthday party, one of the girls from the dance team told me that she saw him with another girl." Bonnie gasped, and her eyes widened with curiosity. "So I went to his house without telling him first, aaand guess whose car was in the driveway."
