The fours teen plopped down on the couch in the Davies home unsure of what to do with the remainder of their evening.  It was only seven o’clock and already they were contemplating watching a movie or playing a rousing game of Scramble.

Ashley precariously swung an around Spencer’s shoulder as they sat together on the plush sofa, their bodies entangled with one another.  “How about we play some pool downstairs?”  Ashley asked, throwing the idea out hoping someone would go for it.

“Bring on the liquor and I’m in.”  Kasey smiled.  She needed to get smashed tonight, she didn’t know why, all she knew is that she did.

“Ah yes!  I like the way you think.”  The brunette rose with Spencer in tow.  Kyla jumped up and hopped onto Kasey for a piggy back ride down to the massive game room otherwise known as the basement.

“How ‘bout Highs and Lows in pairs?”  Kasey asked while Ashley set down four shot glasses on a table near them next to a bottle of tequila, a large plate of lemon wedges, and a salt shaker.  Kyla squirmed off of her girlfriend and followed Spencer.

“Sure.  Every shot missed, scratched, fouled…anything except pocketing your own ball will earn you one shot of tequila.  Simple enough?”  Everyone nodded as Ashley waltzed over and picked up her cue standing next to her partner.

“How does…Uhm…How do you play Highs and Lows in pairs?” Kyla asked a little nervously.  Spencer smiled and took a moment to sufficiently whisper the rules in hopes of clarifying any questions that the brunette had.

“We’ll let you break, seeing as how you’re stuck with the newbie.”  Spencer giggled in response to her girlfriend’s teasing while chalking up the tip of her stick.

“You’re so kind.”  Kyla rolled her eyes only to smile thereafter as Kasey pecked her on the cheek and swatted her playfully on the derriere.  “Give ‘er babe.”

Like the newbie she was Kyla lined herself up and flicked her stick.  The cue ball went spiraling across the room nearly catching Ashley square in the gut.  “Holy hell Ky!  Ok no more breaking for you before you literally break something, like my kneecap for instance…By the way, you’re downing the first shot.”  Kyla glared when she was handed a shot of tequila.  She licked the salt from her hand, held the glass to her lips and quickly drank the putrid liquid, then reluctantly bit down on the lemon wedge.