What's your Number? (Colin Shea ff)

Number Game

Brook's P.O.V.

After Ally and I sobered up all of the girls and us went to a bar. I'll be the only one that doesn't get a hangover cause I'm not even supposed to drink. I'm only 19. But no one needs to to know but I drink when I'm not in public.

Anyways we were all siting around circular table and the other girl were taking shots.

"To Daisy and Eddie and the end of your life," Sheila said as we all clanked our glasses. I had a glass of water.

"Ok it's party game time!" Ally said.

"Oh a game really?" Daisy complained.

"Absolutely but which one god. What to play what to play? Oh let's write down the number of people we slept with! Great idea Katie," Ally said trying to make it look like Katie suggested that.

"What?" Katie asked.

"Ok we just need paper and more drinks. Be right back," Ally said leaving.

I got nervous everyone thinks I'm a virgin but now the truth is gonna come out. Maybe I should lie. No these are my friends and they should know.

Anyways Ally came back with the paper and drinks.

"Ok just write down the number of guys you slept with and put it in this glass. Then we'll pick out the number and guess who it belongs to," Ally said.

I wrote down 1.

"Daisy you go first," Ally said.

"4," Daisy said opening a paper.

"Oh that's me!" Katie exclaimed.

"No that's not how you're suppose to play the game you have to guess," Ally said.

"Who wasn't gonna guess Katie she married Matt when she was like 12. I'm surprised you had that many," Sheila said.

"Ok Katie your turn," Ally said.

Katie picked one and said,"8, Daisy."

"Yes and I'm twice the woman you are," Daisy said.

Ally looked so dumbstruck by the low numbers. She was probably guessing they all had high numbers too.

"6, Jamie?" Daisy asked grabbing another paper.

"Yup that's me," she said.

"Wait a second your a seven," Eileen said.

"I never had sex with Lars," Jamie said.

"Yes you did," Eileen said.

"No he only stuck it in just a little so it doesn't count," Jamie said.

"How much was it in?" I asked.

She showed us an amount.

"This much," she said.

"What is that, that tells us nothing we have no idea how big Lars' penis is," Ally said.

"I do, it counts," Sheila said.

"Ok how much does it need to go in to be considered sex?" Jamie asked.

"Anything more than the tip," Mariva said.

"Ok then I'm a 7, no 8 no shit 9," Jamie said.

"Atta girl," Sheila said nudging Jamie.

"Hum 13," Jaimie said grabbing a paper.

"13 who here is a 13," Katie asked shocked.

"Me," Sheila said and we all gasped.

"Slut!" Everyone except Ally called Sheila.

"Slutty whore," Ally added making me die internally.

"What is the big deal?" Sheila asked.

"That's is 13 different penises in 1 vagina," Katie said.

"It's not like they were all in there at the same time. You know I'm done with this Mar you go," Sheila said.

"1 who's a one?" Mariva asked.

I slowly raised my hand.

"What Brook I thought you were a virgin?" Katie asked.

"I was but I got drunk and woke up naked in Kyle's bathtub," I said.

"Damn and we thought you were going to be a virgin forever," Jamie said.

"I know but I want to make sure the next guy who I sleep with is the one I'll marry and have kids with," I said.

"Ya well studies show that you better find him soon cause if you don't start having sex soon you vagina is going to close," Mariva said.

"What no," I said.

"Ya my mom's a midwife she knows," Mariva said.

"Ok um then I'll make sure I find him soon then," I said getting a paper out of the the glass,"3, Mariva?"

"Yup," she said.

"Ok," Ally said grabbing a paper.

She started coughing and ripped the paper in two.

"Oh look at that, 9 I drew myself game over," Ally said making me smirk.

Katie bent down and grabbed the other half of the paper,"Wait 1, is this yours? Oh my god you're at 91!"

"No I'm at 9!" Ally exclaimed.

"No you're 19, Daisy said connecting the papers.

"Hello friend," Sheila said as everyone gasped.

"Fine I admit it I'm a 19 almost twice the national average. It's bad. Look at this there's even a whole article about it on MarieClaire," Ally said pulling out the page from the article, "I thought playing this game would make me feel better but I think the homeless lady on the train was right it's high."

"Apparently in America a woman who has 20 or more lovers can't find a husband and look at this Brook women who wait to long to get laid can't find a husband," Jamie said reading the article.

"Ya well I did get laid," I said.

"Who knows if you did or not you were drunk you could have just striped and passed out," Jamie said.

"You guys are missing the picture. It actually says 20?" Ally asked.

"Who did that study anyways the scientist down at MarieClaire magazine," Sheila asked sarcastically.

"Hey that magazine taught me how to orgasm," Katie stated.

"Actually that study was conducted by Dr Helen Fig a post doctoral fellow at Harvard University," Eileen said.

"Shit!" Ally and exclaimed.

"I see that in my practice all the time. When you're too sexually available it messes with your self esteem. next thing you know you're 45 no self respect, no husband and no mussel tone in your pelvic floor," Eileen said.

"Ok well that is not going to happen to me. Harvard says that 20 is the limit I'm at 19 so that gives me one more chance. Ok I'm gonna make a proclamation," Ally said and we all raised our glasses.

People in the back started yelling.

"Shut up I'm proclamating. Ok I am not going to sleep with one more guy until I am sure he's the one. I might not have control over much but I do have control over my pelvic floor. The next guy that vacations at casa esperanza is going to be my husband. Brook you go," Ally said looking at me.

"Um I am not going to waste anymore time on being a prude I am going to go out there and find my husband!" I said.

"To taking control of our destiny!" Ally yelled as we all clanked our glasses.

Later after that Ally got really drunk and started proclamating with everyone at the bar.

"To better decision making and goal following through!" she yelled taking another shot.

"To 20!!!" she yelled on a counter holding her 5th martini.

This is not going to end well.