Dan POV:
"DANNY." Kyle screams, bursting into our apartment. It's nearly 11:00, and he said he'd be home by 10:00.
"What the hell is wrong? Are you on fire?" I ask as he runs into view, holding a box.
"GUESS WHAT I BOUGHT!" He yells, slapping the box on the counter.
"A social life?" I ask sarcastically.
"No, I bought Slap!" He says, still exited.
"What on earth is Slap?" I ask as he bounces around the kitchen like a toddler.
"A board game." He explains, opening the colorful box.
"Does it involve alcohol?" I ask, still sarcastic.
"Good idea!" He says, revealing an apparatus that has four paddles that clap to the center of the device. The center of the device has a colourful spinner. "We could make certain spinnerpanels be a 'take a shot' turn!"
"Explain how you play said game."
"Okay, so each player gets their own board thing," He says, gesturing the paddles. "We spin the spinner and if it lands on yellow for example," He spins the spinner to land on yellow. "We take a card with a question on it. This one says: 'what vitamin do you get from the sun?' And you would write it down on your panel and let it slap into the center. Whoever answers first wins the point."
"Interesting. And where does the booze play in?" I ask him.
"On the spinner, we'll write on a couple of the panels 'take a shot' and both of us will and still answer the question." Kyle explains, setting up the game.
"Can I be green?" I ask, noticing the green paddle has little triangles on it.
"Yes. I'll be pink." He laughs.
"And I'll get the drinks." I say, selecting a bottle of vodka.
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"Alright, you spin first." Kyle says, grinning.
I spin a pink, which is labeled 'take a shot'. It should be interesting.
"How many wings does a butterfly have?" He reads.
"Hold on, we need to drink." I say.
"Bottoms up." Kyle laughs, downing his. I do the same.
"Three... two... one!" I count down. Kyle and I race to write the correct amount of wings on a butterfly. I write four because of the little bings on the back. Kyle's hits first.
"What'chu write?" He asks.
"Four."
"Dammit!" He flips over the card and sees the answer key. "You're right."
"Point me!" I declare. "Your turn to spin."
Kyle spins a blue, which does not call for a shot.
"Do red or white blood cells carry oxygen through your body?" I read. Wht kind of question is that?
"Three... two... one!" We count together. We both write, apparently rushed. I write white. Mine hits first.
"I wrote red." Kyle announces. He flips the card. "Yesss!"
- Quite a few shots later -
"Film time traveler played by Michael J Fox. Marty ____."
I know that I should probably try to get points, but the first thing to come into mind when I hear Marty is gras. I write out on my board "gras" in capital letters. For some random reason, growing up my family celebrated Mardi Gras like a normal family would Christmas.
I let the paddle slap to the middle.
I've won.
"What'd'ja put?" Kyle asks, crossing his fingers.
"See for yourself." I reply.
Kyle pauses and reads. It takes him a moment to comprehend, but once he does, he shouts and laughs loudly. "MARDI GRAS."
"Do I get points for creativity?"
"Yes."
-Another whole bottle of vodka later-
"It's your turn, bitch." Kyle says. "Be careful not to smudge the motherfucker." (We had written motherfucker on the middle spinner arrow)
I spin a Red that reads 'take a shot'.
Kyle immediately takes one of the shots we previously poured. I do the same.
"What V is a low area of land between two mountains?" I read out. I know well that the first word that comes to my head should've been valley. That would've hit the spinner first, for it is faster to write. It was also a better answer than what I wrote.
I wrote 'vagina'
"Dan. What did you write?" He asks, seeing my awkward facial expression.
"I'm not proud of it." I mutter.
Kyle looks at my answer and sighs.
"You know what this game is called?"
"Yes."
"That is what I would do to your face, Danny."
"Fucking wow."
"I'm giving you the point." Kyle laughs.
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Short and stupid. Might add to it.
