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“Most embarrassing high school moment,” Ryan said, throwing in his Queen of Diamonds into the pile on their breakfast nook table.
“No, man fuck you,” Jack shot back as he motioned for Michael to get him a new beer from the counter behind him. Michael did so, and popped the top for Jack to immediately start drinking from it. The beer was emptied pretty quickly as was the rule for denying a question.
Gavin was cheering for him as Jack downed it one go and the boys put the cards down. “Gavin, you in,” Ryan asked.
“Fuck yeah,” Gavin said. He leaned forward at the table, and said in one gigantic breathe: “I got caught sneaking puppies into the school food court but I had already put puppies on the serving trays and tied their leashes to the poles that held up that glass part that covers the food and I’d put up little stupid signs like “puppy souls” and “dog treat surprise”.
Geoff was cackling like a mad man and Ray spit out his soda, to the side of the table, of course. “Gavin,” Ray yelled.
“Puppies Ray,” Gavin said, “I got in so much trouble for that.”
“Where did you get the puppies,” Ryan asked, giggling madly.
“Step-dad just breed a litter,” Gavin confessed. “He nearly skinned my ass for it too since the local kennel club got on his ass and nearly ruined his breeding program.”
“Fuck man,” Jack wheezed through his laughter and Michael had his head thrown back, a wild smile on his face.
“Dude, you got creative at least,” Geoff said, “I tried to hang a class mate by duck-tape to the ceiling but I didn’t fucking use enough.”
“What,” Michael threw his hand over his mouth so that he wouldn’t spit his beer, like Ray had done with his soda.
“We were still tripping balls by lunch that day and he was like: “dude, I want to be a spy, you got to tape me to the ceiling,” Geoff explained with a laugh. “He fell on the teacher as she came in to see him on the ceiling! Oh, it was not a pretty sight!”
“For fuck sake Geoff,” Ryan said, shaking his head.
“I don’t know,” Ray said, taping his finger to his chin, “I was such a good kid in school.”
“Bull shit,” Jack called.
Ray smiled at him before he spoke again. “I piled and glues desk together to block every stairwell in my high school for senior prank,” he said, “but I had help with it.”
“All I did for senior prank was put flamingos in the school yard,” Jack confessed, amazed by Ray’s balls. Ryan was staring at him in amazement and Gavin was too far gone to do anything but laugh.
“Yeah, some loner did that too, but we glued some sideways to the wall,” Ray added, “it was not a pretty sight for any of us that day.”
“They caught you,” Geoff asked.
“One of the guys sister called the cops on us,” Ray said, “got us as we were trying to pull out.”
“What a bitch,” Michael said, downing the last of his beer and reaching for another. He popped the top to that one and thought about his own highschool years. “I got to play fucking Juliet in an all boy’s school play,” Michael said, “but that’s what I get for being Catholic.”
“You didn’t,” Gavin yelled, slamming his beer on the table. They were all so drunk that no one scolded Gavin for trying to break their table. “I thought that only happened in fucking movies,” Gavin laughed.
“Fuck no,” Michael replied, “I even got to dance with the cutest in boy school.” He, of course, said this in a female manner, fluttering his eyelashes and making some stupid swooning motion.
“Not cuter than me,” Ray pouted playfully.
“You want me dance with you Ray,” Michael called, already scooting his chair back.
Ray laughed and slipped out his chair. “Only because you’ll fucking do it,” Ray said.
“Damn right I’ll dance with you,” Michael said grabbing Ray close to him. “Mr. Kones said I’d use this skill again someday,” Michael said and began a pretty sloppy waltz, which Ray just laughed at and went with.
“Where is my phone,” Jack asked, searching. Gavin already his new phone out, searching for the video button. Ryan snatched it up, hit the button for him, and held it up to record. They waltz through the kitchen and half way into the living room, Ray laughing as Michael tried to twirl him. Ray tripped over Michael’s feet and they both went tumbling to the floor in laughter.
“Best Juliet, 10/10 would bang,” Gavin called and the other gents were too engrossed in their laughter to say much else.
“Fuck right you would,” Michael called. “If I pull a pull an 8 you’re gonna be on my dick for the rest of the game,” he promised.
“Someone give Michael an eight,” Geoff called and Ryan was already searching through the deck for an eight card.