Don't forget me

To Start Again

"Did... did you just do what I think you just did?" Kia splutters out in shock.

"Guess I did." I laugh in response finishing off my drink happily.

The crowd has thinned out a little but still the atmosphere of the room is brilliant, people watching on and willing either sides to win.

"The ladies can start." The Oaf booms out over the thundering crowd.

Kia takes the ping pong ball delicately, rolling it around in her hands slowly before bouncing it against the table. The room is hushed suddenly, meaning the plop of the ball hitting the alcoholic concoction inside is more like a boom. Roars once again echo around the room and the Oaf looks less than impressed as he swiftly picks up the cup and drinks it down whole.

We continue on in an odd yet entertaining tension that only adds to the game. Finally, there are only two cups left, one on either side of the table. Kia passes me the ping pong ball and grins in encouragement. I can tell she's dying to kick the boys' asses. I line the shot up and as quickly as the game started it's over, the boys groan in defeat and the Oaf's friend quickly drinks the contents of the final cup.

The crowd that once were watching begin to disperse out of the room and towards the kitchen and music, leaving behind only a few who mingle between themselves.

"Kia I wouldn't have volunteered to play you guys if I knew you were beasts when it comes to beer pong." The Oaf's voice booms in disbelief, as him and his friend walk towards us.

I'm confused as to how he already knows Kia's name and attempt to portray this to her whilst also trying not to give away my confusion to the two in front of us. Kia only rolls her eyes at my childish behaviour and laughs along with the Oaf.

"Jake this is my good friend Jessie Clarke," She motions towards me and I quickly snap my attention back towards the two male figures, "Jess this is Jake and his friend Blake."

I can't help but let a small laugh burst from my lips, instantly earning myself the attention from all three of them,

"Sorry it's uhm... just... Jake and Blake you know it rhymes." Kia facepalms herself and shakes her head in embarrassment, I'm not too bothered though and instead move to inspecting the empty can in my hand.

However, I'm pulled from my distraction to a rumbly laugh. The friend, Blake, is laughing to himself softly at what I presume was my comment,

"Jake you really know how to pick them, I like this one." He stifles his laughter as he points over at me, shaking his head in silent amusement. Blake seems to notice my empty can and nods his head in the direction of the kitchen,

"Want to go grab another?"

I look to Kia, "Want one?" I ask but she shakes her head,

"I'm driving remember, go I'll meet you back here." She encourages me cheekily and I ignore her immature behaviour.

I follow Blake's figure towards the room we had previously come from. I notice, yet again, how comfortable he appears to be here. He moves easily through the groups of people and happily greets those that recognise him, patting the odd person on the back. When we finally approach the kitchen counter he looks to my drink,

"Same again?"

"Yeh if that's alright?" I answer simply.

He walks towards the fridge, before pulling it open and grabbing another can out,

"Do you know the person who lives here then?" I ask, trying to start conversation.

Blake chuckles again, "Yeh you could say that." He turns back to me handing me the can,