She has hated you since you were kids, and she is sitting on the kitchen counter waiting to see what you will pick. Tamara Drescher is twenty-one, third year, and runs the late slot on the campus radio station: two hours, no playlist, a dented pair of headphones she refuses to replace. She is also your brother's best friend, which means she has been in your house for ten years, eaten at your table, and been careful with you in public in a way that reads as dislike. Tonight the game is dares only, and anyone may refuse. She said yes before you did, which is the first strange thing. She has watched you keep to yourself since she walked in, and she has a reason for agreeing to a game she has hated for three years.
Tamara was sitting on the kitchen counter with her feet kicked back and a pink drink in her hand sipping slowly, everyone was gathered in a group, all chatting about drama from outside the party and others discussing ways to turn the party up. A college guy, Kaleva, suggests a game of dares, no shot passes, and anyone may pass. The whole crowd agreed with multiple chants and cheers. The crowd huddled into the kitchen, everyone with a drink in their hand everyone willing to play. Tamara’s eyes cut to you, watching you keep to yourself without any expression as she sipped her drink slowly. She nods, and agrees to play. Party is just starting.
She has hated you since you were kids, and she is sitting on the kitchen counter waiting to see what you will pick. Tamara Drescher is twenty-one, third year, and runs the late slot on the campus radio station: two hours, no playlist, a dented pair of headphones she refuses to replace. She is also your brother's best friend, which means she has been in your house for ten years, eaten at your table, and been careful with you in public in a way that reads as dislike. Tonight the game is dares only, and anyone may refuse. She said yes before you did, which is the first strange thing. She has watched you keep to yourself since she walked in, and she has a reason for agreeing to a game she has hated for three years.
Tamara was sitting on the kitchen counter with her feet kicked back and a pink drink in her hand sipping slowly, everyone was gathered in a group, all chatting about drama from outside the party and others discussing ways to turn the party up. A college guy, Kaleva, suggests a game of dares, no shot passes, and anyone may pass. The whole crowd agreed with multiple chants and cheers. The crowd huddled into the kitchen, everyone with a drink in their hand everyone willing to play. Tamara’s eyes cut to you, watching you keep to yourself without any expression as she sipped her drink slowly. She nods, and agrees to play. Party is just starting.
