“Break time!”  Spencer shouted sending a tipsy Kyla toppling over onto the floor.  “Fuck Schpenc…er…”  Kyla huffed, her hands coming up and then down as if trying ‘what the fuck?’ as her speech was somewhat slurred at the moment.

Kasey and Ashley helped their respective girlfriends onto the couch as they resumed their game.  “Screw pool, let’s just go shot for shot.  First to puke loses.”  It was crude and simple and yet intriguing.

“Fine, just don’t come crying to me in the morning when I drink you under the table.”  Ashley grinned crossing her arms over her chest.

“There’s a shoe under the table!?”  Kyla yelled however it sounded more like a searing screech from her seating position next to Spencer who grimaced.

“How does it go..One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, four tequila, five tequila…”  Spencer kept counting as if trying to convey some secret meaning to her drunken blabbering.

“Spence it’s…One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.”  Ashley giggled.

“It doesn’t take much to get them wasted does it?”  Kasey laughed while taking a seat across from Ashley.  Kyla and Spencer craned their necks to watch the pissing contest begin.

At first there was barely any sensation.  The tequila went down easy burning a little on the way.  After the third shot, aside from the ones they had previously consumed, neither girl was admitting to the effects.  Ashley began to waver a little, her form very subtly moving from side to side then front to back as if being blown along in a gentle breeze.

Kasey’s eyes were heavy and her head pounded; they were both on shot number eight.  Kyla and Spencer were now seated in their girlfriends lap cheering them on in their own way.  “Yay Assley!”  Bless her heart, poor Spencer was beyond coherent words as she stole the occasional drink of beer when Kyla did as if the two were playing their own drinking game.  ‘Wait, did she just call me Assley?’  The brunette immediately felt giddy as Kasey took her eight shot slamming the glass down on the table in victory.

“Easy chump…”  “Champ.”  Kasey corrected her. “Whatever.”

Ashley threw back and downed another shot followed by the mind numbing taste of the lemon wedge.  This was it, do or die.  Both of them could feel their stomachs churning in anger.  Kasey was sure she couldn’t go another round without losing.  Ashley was confident that this would be her last.