Game Night.
What is it?
A night where you play games... I don't know what else you were expecting me to say. I mean, it's pretty clear what it is. Right there on the box -- exactly what it says on the tin. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Well, maybe one but. Because even IF game night is exactly what it sounds like AND you believe that, it can go a lot of different ways... And I just realized there was an "if" and an "and" in there.
Ten minutes into game night and I'm already slipping around.
It's gonna be a good night!
Pristine wasn't a word someone would use when talking about Vinyl and Octavia's apartment. Even now they wouldn't use it. But, it was better than how it usually looked. Vinyl's ramen cups were neatly stacked and put aside, the rug had only the bare minimum of coffee stains, and the kitchen table was swept clean. Truthfully, only the kitchen table needed to be clean. At least that was how Vinyl saw it.
"It's not like anyone's gonna go in the living room. Besides, even if we do go and chill there, we're all too drunk to even notice shiz."
A true enough point. But, Octavia had always been firm on the topic when it came to guests.
"The moment someone walks through our front door they can see right into our living room. These are our only friends. I refuse to let them even entertain the idea we live like pigs."
A better point; at least to Octavia. Even if Vinyl had a fit—dragged her feet while working—Octavia would whip her to attention. It only happened once a week, after all. If Vinyl truly loved Octavia, she'd do at least this for her... There was no saying no to that face when she said things like that.
The apartment wasn't "clean" exactly, but it was enough. After all, everyone would be too drunk to notice once the game started. Vinyl hung out by the front door, lounging back on one of the dinner table chairs while Octavia fussed about in the kitchen to finalize the all important snack and drink platter. Slices of varied cheeses, chopped sausage links, and more than three dozen filled shot glasses. They wouldn't need all of the glasses, of course. But, better safe than looking like an unprepared hostess.
While Octavia worked on filling the glasses, a knock came to the door. Vinyl made no hesitation to tilt in her chair forward and open the front door. The door opened to greet a fair skinned woman with light pink hair into the apartment. As she walked into her friends' home, she bowed her head in a simple greeting; removing her thick brown jacket to place wherever she would sit.
"Vinyl, Octavia," Redheart smiled at both of them, "It's wonderful to see you again."
"I just saw you yesterday, Red," Vinyl gave the nurse a quick swat on the back, spooking Redheart to almost drop her jacket, "Pull up a chair and put some meat in your mouth, Red. You're ahead of the curve."
"I would rather be early than late," Redheart chuckled for a moment before droning into a nervous sigh, "Honestly, I was a little surprised you invited me for your game night again. Last time did not end well..."
Vinyl watched as Redheart took her advice and settled herself into a chair at the kitchen table. "What? Psh, last time didn't go bad. Right, Octavia?" Vinyl called over her shoulder to her girlfriend still working in the kitchen.
"If you say so, Vinyl. Just remember: we cannot play Yahtzee again until you replace that dice," Octavia spoke in an almost scolding tone.
Before a rebuttal could rise from Vinyl, two new guests came to the doorway. "What's up, you fucking cunts?!" Lyra enthusiastically 'introduced' herself.
Bon-Bon on the other hand just peaked around her wife and gave the lot inside the apartment a smile, ignoring Lyra's introduction. "Thanks for inviting us," she quickly changed gears and looked at Lyra, "Sweetie, lets not yell that in the hall. We don't want Octavia and Vinyl to get evicted, right?"
Shock plastered itself on Lyra's face and she quickly covered her mouth. "OH! My bad..." Lyra shuffled into the safety of the apartment, still holding her hands to her mouth in shame.
Once Bon-Bon entered and closed the door behind her, Lyra immediately dropped her hands and smiled the broadest smile. "What's up, you fucking cunts?" She was quieter this time, but just as enthusiastic.
"Just ready for a fun game night with friends," Octavia responded with her tray of food and drinks in hand. Walking pass the two new entries, Octavia placed the platter on the kitchen table and made a gesture for Bon-Bon and Lyra to take a seat.
"That's why I love ya, Wavy-Tavi," Lyra plopped back into a seat, Bon-Bon sitting right beside her, "You ignore half what I say and barely hear the other half."
"It helps that I have practice," Octavia settled into the chair beside Vinyl, patting her beloved's hand, "Now, shall we begin this night of revelry?"
"Don't know about 'revelry'..." Vinyl scooped up one of the shot glasses from Octavia's platter, "But let's get it on! Now, since someone might need a refresher on the rules," Vinyl darted a glance towards Redheart who simply took a shot glass as well, "let me lay it all down flat as a penny. We're gonna play a little game of 'Never Have I Ever', whoever wins gets to pick what game we're gonna play tonight. You win by taking four shots. If you say something that no one else has done, you take a shot. And no cheating with something like 'I never slipped on someone's splooge while wearing a banana suit', alright? No one's ever done that... Except maybe Pinkie. But she's not playing."
All the while Vinyl explained the game, Octavia served out sets of shot glasses to everyone. Vinyl scanned over the table for a second before clapping, satisfied that everyone was ready. "Alright. Let's keep things nice and clean... I'll go first. So, hmm...." Vinyl chewed her bottom lip in thought, "I've never said the wrong name of someone in bed."
"Vinyl, why does it always have to be about sex," objected Redheart, even if she was swigging down the first shot of her's along with Octavia.
"'cause it's a topic everyone can relate to, Red," Vinyl snickered, "But don't go beating around the bush, lets hear the story."
Redheart fiddled with her glass as red touched every inch of her face. As a good host is oft to do, Octavia moved to save her floundering guest. "I will break the ice for the poor girl, as I am guilty of the same," Octavia reminded her partner with a jingle of her empty shot. Vinyl slumped back in her chair as she was denied her fun, but Redheart sighed her relief and the other two leaned in eager to hear this tale. "Now, I needn't remind Vinyl of the incident..." The DJ huffed and crossed her arms much to Octavia's amusement, "But while we were—"
"Doin' it how they do it on the Discovery channel, yeah-yeah," Lyra rolled her wrist to try and fast-forward the story to the real meat and potatoes.
"—Exactly that. I... Might have said the name of a certain star of the stage..." Octavia took an empty sip of her glass as she tried best to alleviate her sudden embarrassment remembering the moment.
"Well that's not the worst thing to do, Octavia," Bon-Bon offered a reassuring swat to the air, "Who hasn't fantasized about a movie star from time to time? It's a gentle fantasy. You know you'll never meet that person, so you feel more... Hm..." Bon-Bon caught herself as she noticed the deeper blush Octavia had taken and the sudden shift to look away Vinyl was adopting. And while she would never call them out for it, Lyra had no such compunctions.
"...It was Trixie, wasn't it?"
"It was Trixie!" Vinyl nearly kicked out of her chair with a mixed smile of laughing at the situation, and a tone that spoke how insulted she was. "Of -aaaaaall- the stars in the world, Trixie? We have lunch with her every other week!"
"W-Well, then you can understand why she might be on the mind!" Octavia was now swiftly regretting saving her guest, and moved to quickly rectify it by turning all her attention to Redheart, "N-Now, if you'd please? What about you?"
It was a good host's duty to save a guest when the time was right, but it was a better guest's duty to save a drowning hostess. "Uhh—heh-heh-ehhhh... Well... I uh... I was getting a little intimate with a date..." Names would need to be obscured to protect the innocent; or more aptly to stop them from having Lyra questioning them further tomorrow, "And... I... I guess my mind was still at the market, because before I knew it... I had said Mister Mac's name at the moment of... Yeah."
The ladies took the news with remarkable dignity, nodding and mumbling their 'yeses' and 'tracks', one errant 'ain't my thing, but I bet'. That was enough to relax Redheart back as she shuffled to grab another shot right alongside Octavia. One was a bit more relaxed and the other was very eager to drink this round away as soon as possible. That was the nature of the game.
"And we're off to the races!" Lyra raised her shot high to cheers the brave two who bit the first bullet, "Now enough pussyfooting around! I can't say I ever got caught watching porn!"
Three shots were swiftly slammed back, and Redheart was relieved she didn't have to participate this round. However, a mix of ever-mounting shame from Octavia, eager joy from Vinyl, and peaceful acceptance from Bon-Bon were more than enough to fill the room. Octavia could hardly believe she was the most depraved one at this point; surely she wasn't going to win, right? But she couldn't linger on those embarrassing thoughts for long as Lyra locked eyes with her and goaded her on with a cheeky smirk.
The brilliant soloist pulled up her posture and tried her best to present a level of decorum in her own home in spite of the subject matter and blush tickling at her nose. "If you must know, I had the home to myself for the week. And—understandably, I am sure—I began to miss the comforts of my dearest," Vinyl flashed a kiss at Octavia, motivating her on, "So I used the living-room television to watching something to relieve myself—in the comfort of my own apartment, I will remind you—not realizing that the complex was having the windows cleaned that day..." Octavia flashed back to that afternoon, blinds swung wide and the sight of that young worker gawking at the sight, "...That poor, poor boy."
"Yeah, somehow I don't think he's hurting too much..." Lyra retorted which only deepened Octavia's blush, "Buuuut... That's not really the whole deal I wanna know. Come on... What kind of porn was it...?"
Octavia nearly jumped as the question was mounted, and both Bon-Bon and Vinyl suddenly looked a bit more shaken to their core. "H-Hey, she doesn't need to say that part, right? I mean, the question was about the who more than the what, y'know?" Vinyl quickly added to defend her lover, and Bon-Bon nodded her enthusiastic agreement.
However, the desperation seemed to stir up a little glint in Octavia's eyes. Maybe it was being two shots deep starting to get to her, or maybe she wanted her brave and cocksure beloved to be put on the back-foot for once. Either way, she cleared her throat to summon everyone's attention once more. "I have no problem talking about my interests. We're all friends here, are we not?" Normally the way Octavia taunted and domineered did unspeakable things to Vinyl, but right now? Well, they were still doing things, there was no lying about that. "I was watching a video subjected around someone getting very... vigorous attention from a crop... I find that sort of thing stimulating."
A question itched at the back of Redheart's head, though she likely already knew the answer. She was well acquainted with how Vinyl and Octavia operated over their long tenure of friendship.
Giving.
The nurse snuck a few glances at Vinyl as that thought danced in her head. Did they ever...? The idea sent flares down her back and she slipped deeper in her spot to try and not meet anyone's eyes until the thoughts subsided. Though, in all likelihood—like every Game Night—that thought would stick with her long after she made it home, along with all the others that would build up over the night.
"I love it!" Lyra snickered before setting her sights on the other two, "Tavi-Wavy's been nice enough to lead the charge—again—so the least you two can do is put up."
The two shared a glance, searching in the other the strength of will to go first. Vinyl possessed many things, but the will to share her embarrassment was one that had a lock that required at least three shots to pick. "Well... Since we are sharing and being honest with little judgement," Bon-Bon decided to speak up, "Lyra of course found me with my pants down—literally and figuratively. And she saw I was... Well I can't say enjoying exactly given the circumstances... A 'movie' where a woman was entertaining many, many partners."
"It was a real high-quality, high-production one. Guys were shoving, and fucking, and dicks were going in and out of places you wouldn't even think about at first. I think at one point one of the guys was—like—bunching up the girl's hair so he'd have a pocket to—"
"They get the idea, Lyra," Bon-Bon squeaked out her interjection, already flushing redder and redder with each new detail Lyra happily shared.
"I'm just saying my girl has real quality taste," Lyra made amends with a tap of a kiss against Bon-Bon's heated cheek.
"Now... I believe you still need to share, dear?" That sinister hiss, that quirked brow, the steady glare settling into her: if Vinyl wasn't already turned on by Octavia at all times, this would not be helping.
"You know what? Fine, fine! I ain't got a thing to hide," Vinyl puffed up all her bravado under the scrutiny gaze of Octavia. Even if it was a false bravado, she still wore it with pride. "I was playing a gig at a party, and I was taking a twenty minute break between sets. So I decided to go backstage and crank one out. What I didn't know was that my phone was still connected to the soundboard..."
"Ohhhh..." Lyra nearly cringed out of her skin when the idea took form in her head, "I mean... I guess it was a party, so, they could've been into it. Y'never know! People are fa-reaks."
"Yeah... Yeah... Yeah it might've gone over well if it was a rave or something... But it was a wedding reception," every other woman was as quiet as a grave when Vinyl gave up that little tidbit, "...and I don't know if you've ever watching hardcore hentei, but it is -very- explicit and distinct in its sound design."
In truth, Octavia was well aware of what Vinyl's whole story was going to be the moment she tried to hide it. She could easily remember that night as she attended as Vinyl's plus-one. How the calm, drowning background tunes that played during the dinner very abruptly erupted into harsh schlicks and erotic cries in a foreign language. The drive home after was remarkably quiet, even when Octavia assured her that hardly anyone noticed. They had, and Vinyl was very aware of it given the awkward stares they got at the end of the night.
Still, she was proud of her for sharing among friends. Besides, Octavia knew that wasn't the filthiest video on Vinyl's phone anyway. That was a team effort.
"I will reward my brave Vinyl with some reprieve," Octavia ushered the tray of shots around, letting each 'winner' from the last round restock. "I never kissed someone thinking they were my partner."
"Boo! More sex, less sophomore-romance!" Lyra chided away while both Vinyl and Redheart tipped back another shot.
"The best movements require ebbs and flows, Lyra. You know that," Octavia gave her own little taunt in return, which Lyra cheerfully ate up with a smirk along with a handful of sausage logs, "Now I'm sure that's a soft enough pitch for you, Red?"
The light ribbing Octavia gave her aside, Redheart found it far more comfortable to dive into this subject. If only all Game Nights could go this smoothly. Far less dice being tossed around or pieces getting chewed on. "It was a silly little thing. In college, I just finished a long shift and had thought I was returning to my boyfriend-at-the-time napping in my bed. But, regretfully, it was my roommate who had flopped herself there after her own long day."
"Womp-womp," Lyra mimed a sad trombone, hand gestures and all, "Was that your sexual awakening? Did that throw off the yoke of pre-conceived orientation and bring you upon the path you now trail?"
"No, not really. But it did help me realize my boyfriend was not a very good kisser," a blush accompanied Redheart's giggle of a reply.
"Before I start, I'd like to remind Octi that I was set up," Vinyl pointed a finger of shame towards her pleased lover, "We were at a little holiday party—or whatever—and I got pulled into this game of tasting drinks with a blindfold on. I nailed the game, by the way. But when we finished, they thought it was so funny to keep the blindfold on me."
"Couldn't you have just removed it yourself?" Bon-Bon chirped in.
"Nah, it was one of those fancy ones that has a super good lock on it that you need someone on the outside to get," by which she meant she never learned to undo a knot. It was a very good knot courtesy of Applejack, but still. "So I stumbled around for a bit, found my way here and there. I've got some pretty sharp senses. I was like Daredevil, but with a better ass. Buuuut, my senses ended up betraying me because I thought I found my sweet-baby Octavia—felt out her killer curves, tight ass, her special scent that drives me crazy..." Vinyl glanced over at Octavia to see if any of her flirting was landing. And judging by the shifting of the cellists legs and nerves shift of her eyes, it had hit home remarkably well. "And I gave her a big ol' kiss on the lips... Only for Twilight to yelp and shrink in a panic."
The chorus of laughs that followed were not so different from the ones at that party. No malice, just cheer born from maybe a bit too strong of alcohol; but nobody was complaining. Vinyl and Octavia both could even quietly recall the conversation they had with Twilight after. Shared apologies, some laughs of good nature, and a few numbers exchanged if maybe they all wanted to discuss this more in more intimate surroundings. They hadn't yet, but that didn't stop the three of them from sharing a look when they passed by each other in town. But that was their little secret.
"To be a fly on that wall..." Bon-Bon calmed herself down as the next series of drinks were loaded up, "Now, let me think..." She looked into the reflection of her glass as she weighed her options, "I know. I never stripped naked in public."
A pause came to a few hands that seemed a bit eager to drink and start sharing. But, this was an honest game; and a cheap point was no point at all. "Define public..." Vinyl pressed, her eyes narrowing as she toyed with the idea of bringing her glass closer.
"Ummm... Let's see... I suppose anywhere outdoors where you ran the risk of someone you didn't expect to see you-seeing you. Is that too broad?" As Bon-Bon asked for her own clarity, everyone but her took a shot.
"Nope! Just narrow enough!" Lyra coughed a bit from the shot tickling down the wrong pipe, "I'm gonna take a shot in the dark that Vi and I have the same story. Am I hitting the nail?" Vinyl choked back a laugh as she nodded, "Great. So I'll do her a favor and tell it for her. I've got picture perfect memory, and I see that night, clear as day."
"Perv," Even though she threw in her comment, Vinyl sat back and let the girl carry on.
"Now I won't bore you with the amazing, life defining high-school memory of when Vi and I were in the most rocking band the world has ever seen...!"
"That's a first..." Octavia murmured, already well acquainted with the story time after time after time after time again.
"Hush from the super cool and charming peanut gallery! But suffice to say, on our last night together before the Battle of the Bands, we decided to light the town up. We were painting it red, dancing on table tops, we smelled like mini-bars, we could've taken too many shots, maybe kissed but I forgot, got kicked outta that bar we were dancing on the tables of—it was a night! And it all ended with us in the central park, stripping naked to go skinny dipping."
"Yeah... We were all hesitating and then Trixie just tossed it all off and walked right in. Crazy," Both Vinyl and Lyra sighed wistfully of that night. Game Night was crazy, but their crew back then knew how to set it off. To this day they still can't be completely sure if Trixie and Spitfire did it that night, but neither one was ever to ask them. Besides, they were all so blacked out, maybe even they couldn't recall if they did or didn't.
"Not half bad. I would be more impressed though if you hadn't told me that story at least once a month," the two shrank at Octavia's scolding, and Bon-Bon's own judgmental glare didn't help. "My story is a bit more of a... comedy of errors. For a performance I was taking part in, I had volunteered to play for two different accompaniments. However, that meant I had to change between the two performances. Simple enough, I had thought... Then I came to find out the changing room was out of order," Octavia chewed at her inner cheek, still recoiling at the evening, "But ever a professional, I carried on and attempted to change out near a tree. Not nearly as dignified, but the show must go on. What I had forgotten was that I... did not wear undergarments beneath my uniform."
"How do you forget something like that? Wouldn't the clothes chafe?" Bon-Bon was itchy just thinking about it, scratching at phantom itches.
That comment raised another blush to Octavia's face, and she looked away for a moment to try and regain her composure. "I.. Hm..."
"It's rarer for her to be wearing than not wearing," Vinyl commented to save Octavia the breath, "It's another thing I love about this girl."
"Oh," it was Bon-Bon's turn to blush at the revelation, "Well, if that makes you comfortable."
"R-Regardless, so I had—"
"Are you 'wearing' now?" Lyra's question cut through like a hot knife.
A hot silence set over the room with only the awkward ticking of a gaudy clock in the corner cuing in that time was still passing. Several emptied shot glasses had precariously been stacked into one another off to the side, and the air was charged with its inhibition born from each one of its takers. Octavia thumped her digits against her glass, considering the question and how she'd answer. A sigh ultimately flowed out of her and she thought better of it. Maybe after another shot.
"I am not. But if you need proof, that would have to come after my last shot," Octavia playfully rolled one leg over the other, putting more than one of the ladies on edge, "With that said... Redheart?"
"Oh!" As if breaking from a trance as she caught herself trying to see through the layers of Octavia's clothes, Redheart pulled her flushed face to attention, "My story is not nearly as entertaining as those two heh-heh-heh-ehhhh... I just had to change out of some soiled scrubs and the bathroom was occupied. So I went to change in what I thought was an unoccupied room and... I guess I gave a show to some elderly patients."
Once again she was greeted with a series of dignified 'yeses' and 'fair-fairs', and a single 'probably didn't complain, yeah'. Every 'victor' drew another shot—perhaps their last—as Redheart played with her collar. "M-hm. Well... Um... I never had sex in my parents' house."
"That's my girl!" Vinyl shot a hand onto the young nurse's shoulder to give her a proud shake, "Gettin' real down and dirty with the questions."
"To be fair, since the nature of the game is 'I Never Have' it's more saintly that she would say that than the other way around," Octavia's retort only made Vinyl puff out a pout.
Amidst the two's little back-and-forth, both Lyra and Bon-Bon clacked their shots together and went bottoms up. "To nobody's surprise," Lyra feigned a bow to everyone, "I'm more surprised you two haven't." Lyra was already grabbing two new drinks for she and her bride as she cast her aspersions at the hostesses.
"It isn't for a lack of trying, I promise you," Octavia chimed in, "But neither of our childhood rooms really keep either of us in the mood when we... get started."
"Couldn't be me. Bon-Bon's got these framed pictures of her whole family all around the room, and I like making em' watch," the genuine response set everyone off their kilter for a second except for Bon-Bon and Lyra herself, "Their proud and proper girl just gettin' nailed and handled every which way. It's wild!"
"It's better to let her fantasize rather than imagine it taking actual form," Bon-Bon calmly concluded, though her nose and neck were painted red as she tried to maintain her calm smile.
With that, the cycle had come all the way around. Some Game Nights wouldn't make it beyond the fourth person, and tonight there were three barely hanging on and two just getting to halfway. A tactical mind could easily find a way to finesse the situation and secure whatever outcome they desired. However, everyone's mind was well beyond that point and washed in the intoxication of liqueur and a twinge of lust. Not an unfamiliar outcome.
"'right, back around the horn..." Vinyl's mind was as prone to thoughts of sex more than most others, but she was finding it a bit hard to focus on 'leading sexual comments' and 'I really want to get it on with Octavia right now', but she persevered. Something too outlandish would wind her up taking the final drink, but anything too broad might slam Red or Octavia.
Decisions, decisions...
"I never faked a headache to avoid sex," it was a dangerous play, and she was putting a lot of faith in her own partner for this one.
A beat passed and Vinyl was just about to curse herself out... When Lyra very quickly took a shot as if trying to sneak it under everyone's radar. To no avail. "Lyra!" Bon-Bon gasped, completely incensed at the news, "When was that?!"
The woman shrank in her seat, for once looking ashamed of herself. If it hadn't meant Vinyl and the rest were still in the game, she might've felt a teeny-bit bad about throwing Lyra under the bus. But only just. All's fair on Game Night, and you leave your friendships at the door. "Hah. Well, y-y'know, I wasn't technically faking it since my head actually did hurt, but... there was that night where I didn't think you were comin' home at all, so I thought I'd get off a little before bed. Buuuut, then after I did, you came home and were -super- into me... And I just didn't have it in me, so I..."
Watching her Lyra look so apologetic and meek swiftly and soundly melted Bon-Bon's heart, and whatever level of anger she had simply vanished. Reaching over to her lover, she pulled her in for a light—if drunkenly listless—kiss and a caress to her cheek. "Oh, sweetie. I could never stay mad at you. You never need to lie to me."
Both Vinyl and Octavia scuffed at the display of affection that was gradually escalating with wandering hands on Lyra's part across her lover's side, but Redheart cooed and gave heart eyes at the loving display. This was a war! There was no time for canoodling; there would be plenty of time for that after. The two hostesses abruptly cleared their throats, just barely being able to sound over the wet claps of the two locked in on each other.
The two hurriedly separated, much to both of their disappointment. Bon-Bon absently ran a finger over her lips, already reminiscing about Lyra's touch not one second after while Lyra mentally pulled herself back to the moment with hopes of securing an end. "A'right, it's time to wrap this baby up, y'cunts," Lyra's favorite term of endearment in moments like this, even if she'd never call Bon-Bon it no matter the situation, "It's either I knock myself out, just target my Bon-Bon to keep the fun going, or I get one of you gals out... The power's all in m'hands..." She considered her options closely and she narrowed her eyes to slits as she looked for any weakness before her before she spoke. "I can't say I ever... had a four-way..."
A powerful move. The sheer audacity could land her face first in a shot herself, thus securing her the dishonorable victory. And Lyra knew for absolute certain Bon-Bon hadn't done anything of the sort given the nature of their relationship. But, more importantly, if she didn't end up 'winning' with it... Then someone was about to tell a very interesting story to punctuate the game. A score by any other name is just as sweet.
The final beat settled in the kitchen. Not a snack remained besides the gross white pieces of cheese you have to serve to finish the ascetic of the platter, but nobody actually enjoyed. Four shot glasses rested at the ready, only one perhaps ready to seal the deal. However, it was two glasses clattering together in a 'cheers' that broke the silence, and both Octavia and Vinyl took down their victorious shots.
Losing never tasted so sweet, and winning never felt more exciting. "I guess it's a tie...!" Vinyl croaked with a dizzy smirk.
Octavia slumped over to rest her head on Vinyl's shoulder, cuddling just a bit into the warm comfort she always found there. "The lovers who slay together, stay together, or... Something like that... We fuck a lot is w-what I'm driving at, and we do it a lot of ways," Octavia's usual candor melted aside as she stated matter-of-fact everything.
"Toast to the victors, then," Lyra hoisted a glass to their hostesses, "May they always win like this, and may this story be one for the ages!"
Both Redheart and Bon-Bon gave a groggy 'hear-hear' before knocking back their own straggling glasses. Redheart nearly topped over in her chair, but opted to just rest herself on the face of the table with a shaky elbow. As much as oblivion was calling her name into its sweet embrace, Redheart desperately wanted to hear this story. Everyone so far gone in the winds, it was definitely going to be a lively one.
With heat churning in the air, Vinyl and Octavia exchanging knowing glances and began their tale; and, like most Game Nights before, they were likely not going to make it to the actual point of the first game. As Vinyl warned Octavia every week: "There's no point in cleaning the living room, we're always too drunk to make it by then".
So comes and goes another wonderfully exciting game night. Ending with no whimper, and likely a bang.
Author's Note
If we do well enough with this, I'll hammer out a second part with all the juicy tidbits.
