Horror Shorts

Take a Fucking Sip, Babes

"Okay, so the game goes like this," Ghostface explained, pushing cans of cheap beer onto the kitchen table. "First you roast the other person then, if your roast is approved by us, you chug."

Freddy and Jason sat in front of each other, both looking down at the massive pile of beer. Lining their backs against the counters was Ghostface, Michael, and Pinhead. Chucky sat on top of the last counter.

Freddy shifted in his seat, covering his excitement with a scowl. He had only agreed to Ghostface's game when he heard he had spent a 6-month's savings on beer - and, as far as he could tell, that was a lot of beer.

"I thought drinking games were about who could drink the least." Jason caught a can about to roll off the table. He, much unlike Freddy, was unfazed by the game and only played because it was better than playing Go-Fish with Michael all day. (Though Michael was a good opponent)

Ghostface rolled his eyes, but had to move his head dramatically to make sure they could tell due to the mask. "The only reason people don't drink in drinking games is either because A) they're too young and know being deathly drunk will get them in trouble, B) they have work the next day or C) they're pussies. Don't be a pussy, Jason."

Jason let out a sigh in unison with everyone else's chuckles. Noticing this, Ghostface picked up a can. "Now play," He demanded before popping it open.

And so they did. Both grabbed a can and set in front of themselves while Ghostface pulled a coin from... I'm not sure, actually, but he has a coin. Try to imagine him reaching behind his back and just pulling a quarter out. No one even questions it as he flipped it in the air.

"Tails," Jason muttered just as it landed on heads. Freddy grinned and adjusted himself.

After a minute of two of silence, Freddy cleared his throat. "You look like you lost a hockey game when you were eight and still haven't gotten over it." He threw his arms up in a "take that" manner, looking at the others. Silence filled the room until Jason sighed again.

"Can't we just play Go-Fish or something? This is stupid." Jason started to stand up but Ghostface was behind him in a spilt second, shoving his chair back in.

"Nope! Don't be a pussy, Jason."

Jason groaned and glared at Ghostface. Slowly, he turned back to Freddy and crossed his arms.

"You're ugly," Jason said flatly. Freddy put a hand to his heart, leaning back in his chair taking fake offense. Ghostface kneed his chair again. "Okay! Fine... when Michael dropped the pizza on the floor last night, I thought I saw your face."

Chucky snorted and the others began laughing lowly. Freddy's grin quickly turned into tight lips. Jason laughed and reached across the table, picking up Freddy's beer.

"Take a fucking sip, babes."