BLUE MOON
He shows me a yellow ping pong ball in his hand, then turns to face the table, Marc does an exaggerated hand movement before letting the ball fly, it bounces once, twice then lands in one of the cups.
Loud whooping sounds break out, cheering loudly, and few people even clapped. Marc picks up the cup, he plucks out the little ball, bringing the drink back to his lips he tips it back.
I look a Zayne, “That’s it?” he nods.
Furrowing my brows, I smile a little, that seems pretty simple.
“Actually, for every successful shot, your opponent has to empty the cup where the ball landed. The more you drink the less accurate your aim gets” he explains.