To Reach You Again (A Danny O'Donoghue/Bo Bruce Fanfic)

Chapter 15: Beer Pong

"What are ye gonna do about it then?" I questioned. The only person who can beat me in a game of Beer Pong is Mark and that's because he's got incredible aim. He can flick a pick at a selected person 50 feet away, sometimes they even make their way down a lady's shirt. Ha! It's one of the most amusing things I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of amusing things on tour. The three of us were on the same team and with Mark's insane aim, there's no reason why we can't win. 

"What makes you think I don't have a chance?" She responded. "The two men I'll be joining are quite good so we stand a chance."

"Let's put a wager on it then," I bet, a cheeky grin coming on my face. "20 dollars flat then 10 multiplied by the number of cups left on the winner's side."

"Sounds good," She agreed. We shook on the deal then went to our respective sides of the ping pong table. 

"What was that about?" Glen asked. Glen was the only person that knew the truth about me and Bo so I wasn't expecting him to make a big deal out of us talking. Mark probably didn't even notice because he's currently trash talking the two remaining members of the British team. 

"We were just putting a wager on which team will win," I informed. "A little friendly competition never hurt anyone." 

"How much?" He questioned, wanting more info on the bet we made.

"20 flat and 10 multiplied by the number of cups left on the winner's side," I answered, hoping he didn't think it was too much. 

"Let's rock this shit!" Mark shouted as we all took our places. Mark pulled the beanie on his head down by the rim of it. He was ready for some pong, and if he wants something like this you give it to him. 

"Ireland goes first," The bartender stated as he tossed a ball in our direction. Mark caught it in his open palm and readied himself to aim. He flicked his wrist ever so slightly, the tiny white and hollow ball flying through the air then landing in the small Dixie cup full of whiskey located at the far right corner. The small cups were formatted in a way identical to that of the balls in a game of pool or the pins in bowling. Mark had taken out one of the hardest places. The older gentlemen of the two downed that cup as the bartender handed the other man, who looked young enough to be the son of the other man, a ball. 

"Nice job," I complimented as I gave him a high five. The young lad on the British team lifted his arm and carefully aimed to just barely miss, the ball hitting the rim of the front cup but bounced and rolled off the table and hit the floor making a handful of thumping sounds. I was given the next ball. 

"Aim for the middle cup so if it bounces off like the last one did it'll still land in a cup," Mark whispered as he pointed to the said cup. I nodded as I lifted my arm, bringing my elbow as far back as it can go without abnormalities. The ball slid out of my palm when I threw it and wedged itself between the rims of the center cup and the one directly to it's right for what seemed like ages until it finally tipped over into the left sided cup. The young man who was the last one to take their turn on the British side took the shot I had landed. It was Bo's turn now. 

It was easy for me to identify the words the look on her face were portraying. She was silently saying to me that she;s going to do everything in her power to kick my ass. The reality of this whole thing is that even if Bo performs better than how Mark and I have displayed, she'll still be dragged down by her other team mates who will probably end up being sponges, taking all the blows so Bo can keep a steady aim. She tossed the ball and it landed straight in the front cup. Glen reached his hand forward for the cup but I hit it back and downed the shot with a quick swig. I took the shot instead of letting Glen take it half because it was Glen's turn now and half because I taunted Bo beforehand so I had this coming. It only seemed fair. Glen tried his best but the result was the same as the young man's from the opposing team, it bounced right off the rim and halfway across the bar.