A Game of Ordeal

Chapter nine

The beautiful evening was coming to an end, and the fire from earlier had died down—the entire group had been having fun, dancing, laughing, and celebrating. The loud music filled the house, reaching everyone's ears except for Terry, who had quietly settled in Alexander's comfortable bed and was sleeping deeply, cuddled up with his favorite stuffed bear.

Konstantin and Antoan, both extremely drunk, were the jokers of the evening, and they certainly weren't ashamed to show it, especially under the influence of alcohol. At that moment, the two seemed to be competing to see who could say something more ridiculous to keep the wild party's spirits high.

"Hey, bro," Konstantin slurred, patting Antoan on the shoulder harder than usual. "Did you know that scientists discovered a new planet where gravity is so weak that people can fly?"

Antoan, already feeling the effects of the whiskey more strongly, burst out laughing and replied:

"Wow, really? Bro, we gotta go there right away! Where's that planet?"

The whole group erupted in contagious laughter as Konstantin smiled slyly.

"Where? Right here, bro! Just stretch out your arms, and you'll fly!"

True to his friend, Antoan stretched out his strong arms and began to lean forward as if reaching for the imaginary planet. Robert, sensing where this innocent joke was heading, quickly stood up from the cold floor, ready to catch Antoan in case he hurt himself. His reaction was a little late, as the drunken dark-haired man crashed onto the snow-white couch with full force.

"Well, you flew... like a brick!"

"Toni the brick!" Penelopi laughed brightly, her laughter ringing like music to Alexander's ears.

At that moment, the blonde was nestled in Alexander's warm embrace—his muscular arms wrapped around her shoulders in a tender, sensual hug. In one of his hands rested a nearly empty cold beer can. The two kinds of alcohol mixing in the young man's blood gave him the boldness to close the distance between himself and Penelopi, openly showing his growing affection. His hot breath brushed against the skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine and making her desire him even more—the sparks were flying closer to the gasoline.

"Hey, did you hurt yourself?" Robert was trying to lift the now-sleeping Antoan from the white couch, clearly worried about a more serious injury, but everything was fine. The dark-haired man was softly snoring, lost in a drunken sleep. Alexander released the gorgeous blonde from his embrace to help Robert and Michael carry Antoan to his room so he could rest peacefully. Meanwhile, Konstantin was laughing loudly from the other side of the living room, still sipping large gulps of cold vodka—the alcohol was dancing with his blood, seemingly making him wild with delight.

"Well, Peni, you see how it is with us," the dark-haired boy laughed loudly, feeling the glass slipping from his long fingers. "Just nonsense, laughter, and... more nonsense."

At that moment, Penelopi's phone rang, filling the living room—the name Kevin flashed on the slightly cracked screen, and a smile played across her beautiful face. Her hands grabbed the phone, answering the call.

"Hey, are you guys ready?" her voice teased the senses of the boy aggressively driving through the deserted dark streets.

Lorenzo's laughter reached Penelopi, along with Crystal's, who was comfortably seated on Antonio's lap. Her hips, barely covered by a short pink dress, insistently rubbed against the man's hardened member. The strong smell of marijuana and expensive alcohol enveloped the car like an impenetrable fog. Despite the toxic cloud, Kevin spoke confidently:

"Yeah. I'll be there in ten minutes—be ready, and don't be late."

"Of course, you know I'm always on time."