Characters: Victor Borkowski, Julian Keller, Jonothon Starsmore
Prompt: 60. Drink
Word Count: 318
Summary: They went out in the woods to play a little game.
Author's Notes: Consider this my obligatory 'I Never' fic. Sequel to Perv.
“It’s called,” Julian said, passing the bottles of beer around, “‘I Never’. The idea is someone says something they’ve never done, and if you’ve done it, you take a drink.”
“I’m not going to ask how you got the beer, or why you dragged us out into the middle of the woods to drink it,” Brian said, prying the cap off his bottle. “Just remember, if we get caught, we’re blaming you. Right, Vic?”
Victor toyed with his beer, doing a reasonable job of not looking nervous. “Right.”
“Who goes first?” Santo asked, the beer bottle looking ridiculously small in his large hand.
Julian plunked a bottle in the middle of the circle and gave it a spin. “Vic, you’re up,” he announced.
Victor looked around the circle, settling on his first ‘I Never’.
“I never drank beer before.”
Victor Borkowski was drunk.
He’d been doing just fine in the game until Cessily had hit upon the idea of using ‘I Nevers’ that she knew Victor had done, and the others had picked up on it. It wasn’t fair, not at all.
“I’ve never touched my forehead with my tongue,” Paras giggled.
Bastards Victor thought as he took a drink.
Victor was reasonably sure he was still outside in the woods. This was because the ground was cold and damp, and he was pretty sure something had crawled into his mouth and died. He groaned and turned his head, only to find himself looking at a pair of thick soled black boots.
“So, you got pissed,” Jono said, crouching next to Victor. “Was it worth it?”
“Please… just kill me now,” Victor moaned.
“Don’t think so, squire. On your feet.” The Brit grabbed Victor by the arm and hauled him upright. The sudden change of position set Victor’s stomach surging, and the young mutant bent over double and vomited.
“My boots!” Jono yelped.
“Sorry,” Victor groaned.