Chapter 9

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"Paisley. Give Aaron a lap dance."  She does happily.  It's not the same guy as last time, and I have a feeling it never will be.

She dared some guy to do a kegstand, and he was quick to oblige.  This curly-haired boy lived for these parties.

"Adele."

Oh shit.

I knew it was going to be a dare, because the game had evolved to a point where no one was even asking anymore.

"Play 7 minutes in heaven with the 5 hottest guys in this room. Everyone else can carry on with the game."

"You have to girl!"

I give Paisley a not so subtle middle finger, but she just laughs.

My options for the next 35 minutes aren't bad.  Obviously, I want to pick Dave and I have to pick...I don't even know his name.

"You. Curly stud. What's your name?"

Adele, you are so drunk. Curly stud? Really?

He walks over to me and whispers in my ear.

"Trust me, love. I'll have you screaming it by the end of the night," and he pulls me through the house to an empty bedroom.

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