Sarah Levy Drinking Games Novels & Stories

“Let’s not talk about that.” “Okay…” I murmured, a little puzzled. Elara really was full of locked doors and no keys. Tessa leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “Let’s play a game.” “What kind of game?” I asked warily. “A drinking game,” she said, wiggling her brows. “I ask a question, you drink if you don’t want to answer.” Elara laughed. “You look a little evil right now Tess, is this what alcohol does to you?.”

Gio announced, breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked up and watched as she grabbed the bottle of vodka, and a few bottles of juice, and placed them on the table. "We're going to play a game called Never Have I Ever, and whoever loses has to drink." I groaned, and rubbed a hand down my face, "No way. I am not going to drink." I said, remembering my last horrible hangover. "Come on, Elle. It's not bad. It's going to be fun. Besides, if you don't lose, then you won't have to drink. Now, come on."

I usually win at it, so I have nothing to be worried about. “I see the bottles, are we playing our usual drinking game, everyone looks at me simultaneously, “NO” they all scream in unison. “Relax, relax no need to get your panties in a knot”. I chuckle, scared you going to lose to me again. I see Sara glaring at me, “the last time we played that game, you threw your dagger when you were tipsy you nearly took my eye out, fuck that shit, we just drinking for drinking’s sake”. We all burst out laughing, Sara was such a drama queen.

I asked. Sara instantly stuck to my side. She smelled like fruits and alcohol. “We’re gonna play a game in my room. It’s called Devil’s Basket but with a little twist”. Sara holds her liquor well. That’s one of the reasons keeping me from snooping early. I needed her to get drunk so I could move freely.

They both laughed together, their sketchbooks resting side by side, just like them. Kaliyah's expression turned thoughtful, tapping a finger to her cheek. “Should we play some games?” Levi turned to her, intrigued. “Hmm, what kind of games? Got anything in mind?” She thought for a second, then her eyes lit up with excitement. “I have two games. Let’s play the ‘,ask anything’ game and then the 'fruit game’.” Levi raised a brow, amused. “Interesting. So, which one are we playing first?”

Layla suddenly raised her arms: "You’ll play, right?" I nodded hesitantly. What’s the problem? Just a game. Mark pushed a whiskey bottle toward Layla. She placed it in the middle, saying firmly: "Whoever refuses… must drink a full glass of whiskey or tequila, agreed?" The game started. Everyone ran to “Truth” out of fear. Then the bottle stopped, pointing at me and Mark. "Come on, Amara, truth or dare?" My heart pounded violently, but I answered confidently: "Dare."

That's when he got the idea. "Well to spice it up, it's going to be a game of freakiness, I believe we are both freaky enough but to whoever have done it gets to drink the champagne," Azariah filled her in and watched her slowly smile as she nodded her head to his suggestion, now she was interested. "Okay okay...That's something I could do, but Be warned I might drink the whole thing," Amy said, smirking at him. "Okay then, you ask first?" Azariah gave her an open ground to ask.

“Why are you sleeping so early? It’s not like you’re busy or anything.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Please, for me, just stay,” Mae said softly. I looked at Mae, then at Sabriel’s smiling face. I did not like this. “I…” I sighed. “Fine.” We all went to the parlor and sat on the floor. “The name of the game is Never Have I Ever,” Sabriel announced while pouring drinks and placing a bottle of wine in the center of the circle. I stiffened. Games like this were never just games. Not with people like Sabriel. Every question was a knife dressed up as entertainment.

“Come on. Time to have some fun.” Inside, the party was in full swing. Bodies were moving without a care in the world on the makeshift dance floor, with the air thick with the scent of beer, weed, and way too many horny people. Dalia instantly felt a wave of anxiety, but Lucy quickly dragged her straight to the kitchen where a rowdy game of beer pong was happening. Levi spotted them almost right away. He crossed the room with that easy, confident movement of his, wearing a simple black t-shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and dark jeans that sat low on his hips. His smile widened when his eyes landed on Dalia.

“Dad for real? He could have been her guy or something and you’re stomping in here with your guns blazing. Since when are you so protective over Harps? Not that there is anything wrong with it, but it could have been her fella.” “Harper, I’ll have a black coffee please and whatever Mo’s special is. I’ve not eaten yet this evening.” Levy ignores Dylan as he orders. He gives me that look that makes me want to throw myself over the counter at him and tear off my red work shirt and expose my breasts so he can suck on my straining nipples. I have a serious Levy addiction going on. Dylan eyes me weirdly.