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The only new chapters of this book are part 2s. New stories are posted in book 2 on my profile
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Includes stories from the following fan...
Requested: Yee (did I start this the same way as the last one? Yes. Why? Because it's from the same video, but trust, I did change it lol)
Warnings: Mentioned reader being on Adderall
Summary: A little too much alcohol and a little too much confessed.
W.C. 1547
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"What's up gamers? How y'all doing today?" Droid started off as people began flooding into the stream. I was grabbing a couple of drinks from the fridge as the guys bantered back and forth before sitting next to Pezzy, closer to the computer to read the chat. "Someone wanna explain bruh? It's a lot."
"Bitch, it's your thing!" Grizzy laughed along with Puffer and Pezzy while rolled my eyes and cracked open a Mike's.
"Geez, we're doing truth or drink," Droid explained, going into deeper detail. Puffer, jokingly, started snoring, so Droid said, "Aye, quiet down in the back, yeah?"
"Chat says it's a slumber party," I laughed, pointing out since the message was highlighted.
"Guys, take your shoes off, stay awhile. Slumber party!" Pezzy joked, enthusiastically. "Are your feet stinky?"
"Please don't. I do not need chat spamming about feet for the next 2 hours," I groaned as I leaned back. Droid was already pulling his shoes off and trying to smell them. "Can you not?"
"I can smell them from here actually! Those actually smell," Puffer complained. Droid tried to smell his feet again, and he made a face before putting his shoes on.
"You realized they stink?" I asked rhetorically, chuckling as I took a drink. "Okay, what are we doing?"
"This is the dealio," Droid started. "Truth or drink. If someone doesn't want to answer a question, they have to take a shot."
"Oh, this was meant to be hot sauce?" Grizzy asked, looking at the box.
"Yeah, it's a Hot Ones game," I laughed, leaning over Pezzy to point at the box.
"He's a pussy, dude," Pezzy stated.
"Y'all keep it at 89 fucking degrees in this house. You think I want hot sauce right now?" Grizzy emphasized.
"That's all Pezzy, bruh," Droid muttered.
"Ok, ladies," I interrupted. "Let's just do the first card. Puffer can start 'cause he's at the end. Simple."
"And this is why we have you," Pezzy laughed. "Keep us on track."
"Oh, yeah have the person who relies on Adderall to keep y'all on track," You responded sarcastically. "Makes sense to me."
