Sprace Chatroom {Discontinued}

Four

Race: wanna hang out at Jack's tonight, he's throwing a party

Spot: you sure you should go

Spot: I mean not like I care if you hurt yourself more, but you did got out of the hospital a few days ago

Race: come on, you know I wasn't seriously injured

Race: I'm fine, the doctor said so. You were there!

  It was true, Race had walked away from the hospital with just a bruised hip and head.

Race: let's party till we don't remember what happened!

Spot: Kelly just invited me, so now I guess I have to go

Race: yay!

  Race smiled down at his screen. He was glad all his friends were getting together for the whole night. They hadn't done so in about a month, and the accident didn't exactly help. So when he walked through Jack's door and saw everbody having a good time, he couldn't help but to grin from ear to ear. Spot arrived a after him, and the festivities began.

  They all flooded the livingroom, beers in hand, and start playing truth or dare because why not. "Truth or dare is the best game to play when getting drunk! It makes it easier to do the dares and tell the truth," Jack had exclaimed his explanation. It started out friendly at first, but the alcohol soon set in, and it all exploded in their faces.

  Spot, being one to hold his beer quite well, was laughing at the state of the room. Mush and Blink had started making out in the armchair across from his seat on the couch, Jack had started telling some of his stories that were most likely made up, and a couple others had started singing.

  Race and Spot joked around in their drunk haze. "Now do you think I shouldn't have come?" "Like hell if I care. You would've came anyways!" Spot snickers quietly at Race as he takes another swig from his beer. "You wanna bet on who remembers this party tomorrow?" Race produced and smirk.

  "I bet five bucks Kelly doesn't," Spot watches amusedly at Jack now standing on the coffee table to tell his outrageous story. He was half tempted to actually listen considering how into it Jack was, but ended up thinking against it to continue his conversation with Race.

  "Okay, five bucks that Skittery doesn't remember," he points to the happy, for once, Skittery laughing with Specs. Spot and Race chuckle and say simultaneously, "And David will, for sure, remember everything!" Race texts in their chat room about the bet so, if either of them don't remember, they had proof of them agreeing.

Race: five bucks to you if Jack doesn't remember his own party and five to me if Skits doesn't remember either