Party Pong Gone Wrong

[BornToBeMild]

"Clink em and drink em boys!" After a quick toast, the tequila quickly is slipped down my throat, as the taste of lime fills my mouth moments later. Another three of those and I may properly be drunk. Looking around, it was a pretty good turnout for a summer party. At least thirty people and counting were inside the house, and the night was still young. The music blared across the house, sound echoing off the walls. Being host of the party, I was lucky to know most of the people there. And being in a co-ed house, I was also lucky that the turn out had been mostly girls. Everything was great, but there was one thing that could make the night perfect. My game. Beer Pong.

Having played since Freshman year, throwing small plastic balls into cups had been one of my more impressive skills in college. And this was home turf. Stepping up to the table, I call over an old housemate over to get back to old shenanigans. Me and Tom hadn't lost a game together the year we lived together, and we weren't about to either. Immediately, my housemates challenge us. Cup after cup was sunk...on their end at least. Only missing five total shots in the game, they had only taken two of our cups at that point. They smiled regardless, and one says, "Hey, we're here to get drunk at least right?". With that they down the beers, and the table is promptly reset for the next victims.

Game after game cups opponents come and opponents drink. Winning five straight matches, there was a sense of invincibility in the air. It could've just been the alcohol talking, but I felt we were unbeatable in that moment. The games had taken up most of the party, but it was our table to lose, and we could knock out on the couch with our crown. People, now pretty intoxicated, were just starting to trickle out. However, my attention was focused on the beautiful set of ladies standing across the table from us.

"Think you boys can handle one more game?" A confident smirk was worn on her face, but her slightly stumbled words made me think she may have had a bit to drink.

"Bring it on babes, think we can't take you two? Have you been watching us?" Tom stumbles even more on his words, but damn if I didn't trust him in a game of beer pong none the less.

The second challenger pipes up, "Oh? You that confident? I think we can make this a bit more...interesting. Let's say, strip pong? Or are you two chicken?". To sweeten the deal, she leaned over the table slightly, presenting her boobs, nearly falling out of her low cut top at that point. Who could refuse that? Interest in the party was suddenly stirred up, and the table soon drew a crowd. Our shots bounce off their cups, just hitting the rims. The second one stares me directly in the eyes, and drains a shot right in front of me. She pipes up with a smile, "Game on!".