"Let's just watch a movie," Emmett suggested, taking a swig of his beer.

"Boring," Parker declined, his arm loosely thrown around Emily's shoulders.

I was sitting on the loveseat next to McKenna, my legs stretched out so they were resting atop the coffee table.

"Let's play a game," Emily suggested, a smile playing on her lips.

"What kind of game?" Parker asked, raising his eyebrows at her.

She pursed her lips in thought, scrunching up her eyebrows.

"Never Have I Ever?" McKenna offered, her voice quiet.

A smile spread across Emmett's face. "Yes!"

"We're not drinking," Parker deadpanned.

Emily raised her eyebrows at the beer in his hand, the one that wasn't wrapped around her shoulders.

"I'm not encouraging McKenna and Lee to drink," he amended. He flashed us a smile. "Sorry."

I just rolled my eyes.

Emmett jumped up from the couch. "I have an idea." And then he disappeared into the kitchen.

"You're such a hypocrite," Emily informed Parker.

"I'm being responsible," he defended.

"I'm with Emily on this one," I stated.

"Nobody asked you."

Emmett reappeared with five shot glasses.

"I thought I said no drinking?" Parker inquired, glaring at Emmett.

"Just chill," Emmett said, before disappearing back into the kitchen.

"Netflix and chill," McKenna muttered, just loud enough for me to hear.

I couldn't help but bust out into laughter.

Parker shot me a questioning look, and I couldn't sober up long enough to even begin to explain myself.

Emmett reappeared with a pickle jar.

"That is not the pickle jar from this morning," Parker said, his eyebrows raised.

"What pickle jar?" I asked.

"He ate the last pickle this morning, and then insisted on saving the pickle juice," Emily informed me. "Said that it might come in handy."

"And who was right?" Emmett boasted, a smile stretched across his face.

"Still not you," Parker declined. "I'm not drinking pickle juice."

"You are if you want to play the game."

Parker glared at him, and Emmett's smile just widened.

"So we're taking pickle juice shots?" McKenna clarified.

"Modified drinking game," Emmett said, with a shrug.

"I'm in," Emily stated, glancing over at Parker.

He let out a frustrated sigh, and I couldn't help but smirk at him.

"I'm in," he muttered.

I shrugged, glancing over at McKenna. "I'm in."

"Same," she agreed, with a half-smile. "This should be interesting."

"Of course I'm in," Emmett said, placing the pickle jar down in the center of the coffee table.

"Who wants to start," Parker asked, placing his beer down on the coffee table.

Emmett took a swig of his beer before placing it down as well.

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