Chapter 6
Jake did in fact bring the alcohol. How he got it, I had no idea but low and behold we had enough beer to last us a year. Luke brought the pizza and Josh brought the fire wood. Everyone played a few rounds of beach volleyball and soccer before the sun went down. It was slighty dark out now but the sunset and the fire illuminated the beach enough for a cornhole and spikeball tournament.
Sam and I had opted for the cornhole while Jake and Luke played spikeball. We were doing a defense versus midfielder tournament while the offense played beer pong or something. Chris and Finn also opted for Cornhole because they wanted to play Sam. I expected it because they were friends. I had just come accept that Finn and I wouldn't get along. Sure, we could have ten minute doses of happiness with each other, but they were always overrun by annoyance.
I knew the whole time Finn was routing against me just as I was for him. We were probably the loudest fans for the opposing team. Regardless of that fact, we ended up playing each other in the final round. Defense had won the Spikeball tournament so it was up to Sam and I to bring it home. Sadly, that was looking a lot harder now.
Both teams had 18 points and four bags to throw when Aiden cut the game off. "Wait!" He yelled and we all turned to look at him. Aiden was the senior center player for the attack. He was defiantly one of the most fucked up right now but that didn't mean the rest of us weren't tipsy. I defiantly was.
"Let's make this interesting. Both teams flip a coin and the looser of the loosing team has to give the winner of the winning team a lap dance."
Okay, I'll admit that the first thing that ran through my mind was an image of Sam giving Chris a lap dance and to see that, I would do anything. But then I realized I could be the one on the giving or receiving end.
"There is no fucking way I'm giving a lap dance." Finn and I said simultaneously. My eyes snapped to his across the game. His side was him and Sam while my side was Chris and I.
"Well then you better win." Luke called out while taking a sip from his beer and crossing his arms. That little fucker looked amused.
It was just a game. I'd played worse games at parties so I might as well. Besides, the chances for me having to give laser eyed Finn a lap dance was a 12.5% but the chance of seeing Two of the boys have to give each other one was 50%. That seemed like a win.
Finn and Sam were throwing so that gave me comfort. I was getting a little too tipsy to be good but Sam was on a roll so far.
"Fine." I gritted our while glaring at Finn. He must have felt my gaze because he glared back and repeated my words. He wouldn't back down if I wouldn't. I'm not sure why I decided to glare at him first, it just felt right.
Chris and I stepped back from the board and I took a long sip of beer. Chris didn't miss the action, even in the dark. "What? You don't think Sam can win?" He mocked playfully.
Everyone seemed to be interested in our game now. They were all crowding around. I shook my head at Chris. "Well, there is a 50% chance that I am giving or receiving a lap dance and either way, I do not want to remember that tomorrow."
Chris took a big gulp of beer like I had. His face looked like he just realized something depressing. "Regardless of those stupid rules, I have a girlfriend which means I'm either giving or getting a lap dance from Sam. That is something I need to forget. Not want, honey; need."
I laughed at Chris's sudden change in mood before we both turned our intense gazes back to the game. Finn swung his arm behind his body and back towards the board. The red bean bag flew through the air and landed right next to the hole on the top of the board. I sucked in a breath of air while Chris cheered.
Giving is way worse than receiving.
Sam had to be careful. If his throw was too hard then Finn's bag could get knocked right in. Sam concentrated on the board with eyes that could burn. His grey bag flew through the air perfectly and hit Finn's just enough to knock them both off of the edge.
I let out possibly the biggest cheer of my life and Sam fist bumped the air. Finn didn't wait for the cheers of our team mates to die down before he took his next shot. The red bag landed on the blue board in the upper left corner. Sam easily hit it off and managed to keep his one on the edge.
My nerves were climbing. They each had two shots left before the game was over or I had to shoot. Both of those things were bad. I suddenly didn't feel so happy about this game.
Finn nocked Sam's bag off again and everyone groaned. They just kept undoing one another. Sam missed on the next throw. Everyone was silent now. Chris and I were both white knuckling our beer bottles. They each had one shot left. I'm going to kill Sam if he fucks this up.
The air grew thick and silent. Even the rap music in the background seemed to mute, but of course that was only in my head. Everything was in slow motion when Finn released the red bag from his right hand. I watched as it flew perfectly into the hole landing him 3 points. There were cheers all around us and I couldn't help but down the rest of my beer.
Chris laughed next to me and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Al wants a video of you giving Finn a lap dance."
I scoffed and crossed my arms, giving a pointed look. "Yeah? Tell her I'm make sure to send her the video of you giving Sam a lap dance once he makes the shot and I beat you." My voice was a lot more confident then I felt. I'd given lap dances before and it was no big deal, but this was Finn.
I'd be surprised if we could get within five feet of each other with out strangling one another. It also hurts our reputations. He's supposed to be a hard liner against me so he can pull this team to States. Not to mention that he wants to de-feminize me in the eyes of the team so they will focus. I'm supposed to be dead set on showing him that I'm not some helpless bitch. This sexual game is not helping either of us get what we want.