Jeff x Ben-Dirty Mind

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I smiled at the scene in front of me as I opened Jack's front door, and Smile Dog leaped inside.

There were people taking shots, people already drunk, and making out, etc.

I looked as I saw the glorious keg.

I bounded towards it and admired its beautiful shape.

I knelt down to it and felt it's cold side. I was admiring it until I saw a pair of tan, smooth legs appear in front of me.

I looked up as my eyes crawled up her toned, slim body as she shifted her weight to one side.

Her small shorts begging to be touched and her cropped crew neck basically falling off.

I stood up, and easily towered over her. As I tend to do around most people.

"Hey. You ever chug a keg before?" I asked admiring her light blonde, soft, wavy hair and plump pink lips.

"Yeah, I'm pretty good to." She said proudly as she twisted her hair between her fingertips.

Smile Dog skipped over to her and she knelt down to pet him. Her shirt draping over her knees, exposing her cleavage.

I chuckled as she pet him repeating "Good boy, do you want a treat?"

We talked for a while and had a couple beers until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"How about some shots to loosen you up man?" Ben suggested to me.

"Meh, sure. This stuff is pretty light. Where are the big boy drinks?" I asked as I made my way to the alcohol and let my beer bottle fall from between my fingertips.

I looked around at the table full of choices displeasingly and shook my head.

"Mm. Nope. Got any vodka or whiskey?" I asked as I turned to him, clear desperation in my voice.

Ben grinned as he pulled a bottle of vodka out from the cupboard.

"Pass that shit over!" I said as my mouth drooled. How dare he keep that from me? I thought we were friends .°(ಗдಗ。)°.

"Ah, ah, ah." Ben waved his pointer finger in front of my face, stopping me and pulling the drink away from me.

"What?" ('°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) I asked slightly aggravated.

"Let's play a penalty game. Loser has to drink." He brought the strong alcohol closer to my face.

"I accept! Now come on bish!" I teased as I ripped the bottle from his grasp and began to drink.

"Hey, hey! Save some for me!" He snatched it from me and took a few sips. His face already becoming flustered.

"Wow, I came here to drink, but it seems you've already reached your limit. Jesus when did you become so lame?" I asked with a puff from the joint as I cocked an eyebrow at the wobbly man in front of me.

"Hell Nah, I'm barely even close." He protested.

"Okay." I rolled my eyes at his lame excuses.

"So what kind of penalty game did you have in mind?" I asked, taking a seat next to him.

"Okay, we say which places we've done it, and the loser has to take a shot." I cocked an eye brow as he grinned at me.

Drool curved over my lip as I got excited to drink.