Mocked: A Marcel Fanfic

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

"You ever play beer pong before?" Aiden asks me after directing me to the opposite side of the table from him. Other than the single throw I had witnessed him do, I had no experience with the game. Doesn't ping pong involve paddles? Where are they?

But I know that I can't say this to Aiden without looking suspicious. "I played a while back, but surely the rules have changed by now," I lie, trying to sound casual. 

Aiden laughs and drinks from the beer can to his left. "Seriously dude, like the rules change almost in every house you play at. It's ridiculous," he shakes his head. "Well at my house, the rules are as follows: if you bounce the ball into a cup that's two cups; arm's length behind the table; guys finger, bitches blow; rollbacks are free throws; the cup in your hand is the bitch cup, make it and you win," Aiden lists and I try not to look too confused.

What the hell is a bitch cup? And what does "guys finger, bitches blow" mean? Other than the complete obvious.

"I think that mainly covers it. Oh and you can call reracks at six, four, three, and two." Does that mean the time or throw number? Why are there so many rules? "Got it?" Aiden asks me.

No. "Yeah, I got it. Not too different than what I had played before," I say and shrug.

"Great, here's your ball." He holds up the ball in his hand and I look at it from across the table. 

And that's when the real problem arises. I can't see at all. How am I ever going to play now? 

Aiden rolls the ball towards me and I grab it. I mirror his stance as best as I can and bring the ball up. "Eye contact, shot in goes first," he says and I look at the general area of his eyes. Oh this is so terrible. "One. Two. Three."

I release the ball at the same time he does. I look down into the center cup in front of me, a ping pong ball lazily floats in it. Aiden, however, is picking the ball up off the ground. He drops it into a different cup off to the side and grins at me widely.

"Looks like I get first throw," he says. I figure this should mean he gets the ping pong ball back and I pull it out, rolling it over to him. He dunks it into the cup with the other ball before bringing it out again. I have no idea what that does, but there's a similar cup on my side as well. I'll take note to dump the ball in it. 

Aiden doesn't even seem to try as he tosses the ball towards me. It sinks into a cup and I know from watching the previous guy that I'm supposed to drink it. I remove the ball and put it in the side cup, the contents inside of it look like water. I'm about to  remove the cup but Aiden has another ball in his hand. I take it that I'm not supposed to drink yet. 

"What was that deal again?" He asks playfully before arching his arm up and tossing down the ball. It lands in the front cup. "Not like it matters. Drink up," he says cockily. 

I take the cups and drink them, placing the cups off to the side. I'm glad I drank that beer in the kitchen with Vic and the guys, otherwise the taste might have come as a shock for me. 

I grab a ball out of the water cup and take a breath in. I look over at the pyramid of cups across the table. How many cups are there? My eyesight is blurred and the cups look fuzzy. This is not good. 

I decide to chance it and toss the ball, aiming for the center cup since it seems like it would be the easiest cup to sink. I throw the ball and miss completely. The ball goes over the table and Aiden quickly grabs it as it bounces on the ground once. 

Aiden starts laughing. "That's alright, first shot of the game usually always sucks." I don't know if he's trying to be nice or not, but this is starting to feel more and more like a bad idea.