The Player Game

Chapter 10

Finally, someone speaks up.  “I dare you to down a whole bottle of vodka in ten seconds!”

“Boring,” Jared doesn’t even hesitate before rejecting the idea.

“I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room!” a guy near the front suggests, smirking as his eyes search the circle of people.  A smile reaches my face.  That’s a good dare.

Jared obviously thinks so too, as his face breaks into another grin.  This time his eyes search the crowd critically.  I watch, my eyes wide with excitement to see who he picks.  In the background, I notice Verity and Harry quietly disappearing, obviously not wanting to be involved in this particular dare.

As Jared’s eyes rake over my body, I return his gaze steadily, waiting for him to move on.  I know that I look good tonight, but there are plenty of model standard girls in this room just begging for him to choose them.  Luckily, his eyes pass over me after a few seconds, and land on a brunette girl a few people away.

Her big brown eyes widen as Jared strides towards her, bending down and taking her face in his hands.  He kisses her bang on the lips for a few seconds before walking over to a group of guys indifferently and plopping himself on the floor.

“Who’s next?”

The game continues like this for next ten minutes, with people doing the most hilarious things.  One girl does a lap of the balcony half naked and  two guys go skinny dipping in the outdoors pool.  People are dared to make out here and there and others to down several bottles of alcohol.  The Truth or Dare is forgotten as the dares get crazier.

As every second passes, I feel myself getting drunker and drunker, too caught up in the excitement of the party to monitor my drinking.  Somewhere in the back of my mind I wonder where Micky is, but quickly dismiss the thought when it’s time for Brad’s dare.

“Who’s got a dare?” Jared shouts, throwing an arm around Brad's shoulders casually.

A guy, obviously his friend, doesn’t hesitate before shouting out his idea. “I say we do a triple dare!  We get all the girls to run around the room and have three guys blindfolded.  The first girl they catch, they have to give a hickey!”

My eyes widen as there is a communal cheer and several gasps.  A wide grin comes across my face as Brad is blindfolded with a scarf, along with another guy, a blonde.

“I’ll do it!” I hear someone next to me shout.  I turn eagerly to see the volunteer, watching as a brunet runs into the centre.  By the looks of it, he’s got some muscle on him; I can see some definite buldges underneath his tight white shirt.  Then I realize who has been wearing that shirt all evening.  Aaron smirks at me, winking as a blindfold is tied around his neck.  My jaw drops an inch  as I gawp at him.  If he’s planning give me a hickey, he can think again.

I back away from the three guys, following the other girls’ examples.  The remaining guys in the room have claimed a spot in the corner of the room, grinning and smirking in contemplation of the show.  Only Jared is left in the middle with them, spinning them around vigorously.

Finally, he runs over to join the boys in the corner.  Everyone watches him silently, waiting for him to give the starting words.

“Go!”

Loud squeals and screams fill the air as the three boys lunge towards the crowd.  Without realizing it, I let out a noisy squeal of my own and run away from the blonde guy who is running towards my side of the room with his arms outstretched.  I giggle loudly as I barge into other screaming girls.

It’s a comical situation, really.  We’re acting almost like cattle, running this way and that, letting out squeals and squeaks as we try to get out of the farmer’s reach.  I suppose it would look pathetic to any sober person watching.  But the truth is I don’t think anyone in the room is in the slightest bit sober.