Clothing was thrown.
Drinks were devoured.
Soon enough multiple were gone.
The bets got higher and higher.
Only the smart ones obviously remained.
Those left either because their clothing was gone.
Or they'd had their own desires to tend to with another.
Four were left.
Only underwear remained on two of the players.
Zhang Yixing sat across from me.
Never removing his eyes from me.
His shirt long gone.
Mine still remaining.
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Let's Play a Little Game |sulay|
FanfictionDrinks and games. They never seem to work when you're with a lot of drunk friends. Especially strip poker and some truth or dare.
