𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 - 𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨

games

we head back to the boys to find them playing mariokart, they don't notice me and george come in over their screaming and shouting at the screen. we giggle to each other and join them on the sofas.

"right guys, lets have a competition" will announces "first up james vs george, loser stays on and whoever loses the last round has to down the rest of the vodka that dylan bought"

we all cheer as will gets the bottle and puts it in the middle of the table. the bottle is basically half full from the shots we all did earlier.

the first round is won by george, not surprisingly as i've never seen anyone as bad at mariokart as james. he celebrates by flipping him off which makes us all laugh, even the salty loser james.

james picks will to face next, as he thinks it will be an easy dub. he was wrong. will beats james as expected and james screams fuck. very loudly. and i'm sat right next to him. cheers for that chess club.

next up against james is alex, who starts off very confident, but soon becomes less confident as he sees james is actually beating him. mr nice guy takes a fat L and we all take the piss out of him.

next stephen goes against alex, i thought stephen would be bad at this but he's actually really good. i think alex gave up and accepted the L from the start now.

now i'm up against alex. i'm actually really good at this game, but i also want that vodka. there's too much happening at the moment and i can still remember it all. i don't wanna think about that shit. especially george. i just wanna have fun. i take the lead for the majority of the game and alex starts to come to the realisation that hes gonna have to down the vodka. but oh no, at the last second he overtakes me! how sad. i accept the L and pretend to be annoyed that i have to down the bottle.

the boys cheer me on as i grab the neck of the bottle and place the rim between my lips. then i tip and let the alcohol enter my body. fuck it burns, but that doesn't stop me. the cheers continue as i swig the last mouthfull down and place the now empty bottle back on the table.

"bloody hell dylan" will says surprised. "youse haven't made friends with an alcoholic have you?" he glances over to alex, who laughs and shrugs his shoulders.

"lets just say portugal was a little crazy" i say, wiping my mouth and leaning back on the sofa.

crazy as in can't remember a whole year of it from being high as fuck and blackout drunk crazy.

"portugal? did you visit there?" james asks. i explain the same story i told george and alex between slurs, i have no idea if he actually understands me or not because i'm very drunk. i also think james said he was trilingual but i'm not sure.

"you guys need to get on my level, do some shots or something and then we can play another game" i slur and laugh at their reaction.

"i got sent some fancy vodka yesterday, i'll go get it" george says. he comes back and the boys each have three shots to make the game a little more fun.

"right, i don't really know anything about you guys other than memeulous over there, so two truths one lie?" i suggest.

"yes, lets do this shit" alex shouts "you first since you came up with the idea.

"so..." i start.