My cousin messaged me one day in the middle of summer asking if I wanted to come to a house party that weekend. He was celebrating getting his BA in psychology. We hadn’t spoken in a couple of years but I agreed. What the hell, right?
I got to his house a little late because I had gotten called in to work overtime. When I get there the bass is pounding, but everyone is pretty laid back. There were maybe 15 people in the garage broken into different clusters sipping on drinks and chatting. My cousin was playing billiards with a couple that were hanging on to each other when they weren’t playing.
I poured myself a jack and coke and jumped in the next round with my cousin making it teams. We lost but the conversation was decent. By now I was on my second cup and still feeling a bit wound tight after work. So I suggested a little spice. We’d wager clothes. Whoever lost had to lose an article of clothing as well. My cousin and I got their shoes and socks. Now we had everyone else’s attention. A few people decided to bet on our next game. My cousin and I lost our shoes as well as a few people in the audience. I suggested house rules with less balls to make the games quicker. They agreed. Another couple offered to step in and we backed out. When I went to get another drink I met one of the girls who was missing her shoes.