Magic Drinking Game Novels & Stories

It contrasts beautifully with Alina's white. "Blake's entire pack will keep their eyes on you," He informs me. I'm impressed by how mature he sounds. "Tonight won't be your last day o earth—we will make sure of that." "Thank you. I appreciate all of you looking out for me." Jacob smiles, and Aline does too before setting her eyes on a table with free sodas. She begins dragging her mate toward it and beams at me when I give her a questioning stare. "We will have some drinks," Alina winks at me. "Why don't you search around the dancefloor? It's your eighteenth birthday, right?"

When I came back to the dorm after dinner, Rachel and the others were already in the middle of the hallway, starting on the fondue. The moment I stepped inside, an intense, rich smell hit the back of my throat. As if fondue weren’t enough, Rachel was actually grilling patties over charcoal in a cramped dorm room. Did she not care about carbon monoxide poisoning? When she saw me, she put on a fake look of surprise. "Oh wow, silly me, I totally forgot to invite you, Lila!"

A large table was cleared by the crew as he spoke, ushering us to take seats. "This already sounds so exciting," Liam gushed at the thought of drinks. "The rules are simple, On three rounds, ten drinks of any 'genre' would be set out on the table to be picked randomly by each one of you. One of those drinks would be sour and extremely nasty and the rest should be fine and edible." "Each one of you is to take a huge sip and savour it, quick gulps aren't allowed and point out the person you think got the bad drink, that person is the imposter."

The second contest would be how big damage it can cause. Sierra caught Alek's reflection in the mirror. He made an effort with his quiet steps as he walked towards her, careful not to make any sound. “Good morning!” Alek kissed Sierra's cheek in surprise. Contrary to what he was expecting, Sierra didn't budge at first. She didn't even stir. She was still steadily holding the cup in her hand, and not a drop of coffee dripped from it. This time, she didn't turn a blind eye. If Alek wanted to see Sierra's true color, it would be a wish she'd be more than willing to grant. Inclusive in this package is the interest in the damage he caused, of course.

Even the more stoic mafia men had sat down by their wives and listened intently as Elena explained the game's rules. Each couple would take turns asking the group a question—something like "What's your wife's favorite color?" for example. The group would count down from three to one, and then the first couple would need to answer the question. If their answers were different, they would have to take a shot of alcohol. Then the group would count down again and hear the next couple's answers. This went on until everyone had a chance to answer—and drink, if they needed to—and then it was a new couple's turn to ask a question.

"I will consume this one drink." "You are incredibly generous," Luna smiles, her eyes sparkling with manufactured adoration. The drinking game originally begins as Tessa's innocent suggestion, but it rapidly evolves into Luna's psychological operation. The rules are deceptively simple, but the execution is flawless. Luna misses every target she is supposed to hit, surrenders every round she needs to forfeit, and by the fourth iteration, she has successfully redirected the cumulative, punishing consequences of her engineered failures entirely into the glass sitting in front of Marcus.

I asked. "Not at all" he shakes his head negatively. "You guys want some drinks?" I asked as I head to my room mini fridge and grab a bottle of whiskey. "Yeah" Max replied. I poured the three of us a glass and gave them. "Let's play a game" he said after a sip of his whiskey. "What game?" I asked. "Truth or dare" Megan said. What? Hell no. "No" I instantly said. "Yeah, majority carries the votes" Max said. I sigh in defeat.

With everyone seated, Timothy seemed prepared to liven up the evening with a game. He suggested, "Let's play a simple luck-based game. This container has five sticks: two with '0', one with '1', one with '2', and one with '3'. If you draw a stick, you drink the corresponding number of sips. Dave, you don't need to participate due to your age, but Willow and Danielle, even though you're pregnant and can't drink, Karl and Henry will drink on your behalf if you draw a stick. How about that?" Willow laughed. "This game will get them drunk."

At the dinner table, someone suggested a round of King's Cup, a classic card-based drinking game. Janice lost the first round, and her penalty was three stiff drinks. The moment the glasses hit the table, Adrian instinctively reached to grab the one in front of her, but a buddy next to him blocked his move, grinning cheekily, "I get that you two are tight, but you can't mess with the drinking game rules. If you cover for her, the drinks double. That's six shots, Adrian. Think about it!"

I tell him, quietly. “It's just a few drinks. Don’t be thinking too much of it.” Chris retorted. I didn’t respond back to that so I just sat there while his friends continued to play and Caesar was on the side with another group talking as they walked away from the game. I took a sip deciding that I’m just doing to keep to myself until I could finally go home then I noticed everyone started clearing the table changing their games to filling up shot glasses coming together as a group. I looked around curious at what new game they were about to play when I saw the box of playing cards and I reached out curiously to read the instruction. It seems like they go around as one person pulls a card t