"Loser has to strip!"

You say, a cheeky grin on your face and Tammy blushes brightly from the idea of either one of you stripping. You cockily raise your eyebrow and Tammy stutters back.

"F-fine! You're going to regret this!" She pushes the controller into your hand shakily and sits beside you on the couch.

"What's the rules?" You say.

"Um, I don't know. You suggested it!"

"Fine. Each match you lose, you take one article of clothing off. Deal?"

"Deal!" Tammy yells maybe a bit too enthusiastically, "Ready to play?"

You pick your characters and begin to play against each other and you quickly realize that Tammy wasn't lying; she was good at this game. Way too good. You try your best though, cause no way are you ending up without your clothes! That would be beyond mortifying. Your thoughts distract you however, and Tammy wins, with a victorious smirk on her face.

"So, do socks count as one item of clothing or two?" She tries not to let her eagerness to see you strip show, but you can see her eyes shine brightly.

"One." You've still got this, that last match was close. So you pull off your socks, now just dressed in a jeans and t-shirt. Two chances left.

You play again (changing character for good luck) and... you lose. But this time you immediately blame the character.

"This is so unfair! I just went slower than you!"

"Hm, what was that about being good at this game? Because I don't see it." You note that Tammy's stutter has lessened from the sudden gain in confidence.

You pull off your shirt and throw it to the ground, trying to ignore the blatant oogling from the girl next to you and the breeze on your bare chest. You will win this one you decide, no way is she seeing you in your boxers! You'd die! You change character yet again, to her protests of you taking too long. But she is in awe as you have a sudden increase in skill and overtake her the entire match— winning by a long shot.

"See! I told you it's just the character." You smirk as Tammy's mouth opens wide.

"OMG you just got l-lucky. I'm not doing it. Ok?" You just shrug at her and she groans, pulls her socks off and gives you the middle finger, "You are going down!"

The final match is tense and close. Well, ok. It wasn't close. You lost by far and Tammy cheers.

"Strip! Strip! Strip!" She laughs.

"Oh come on, can't we just call it that?"

"Nope. Now strip!"

You quickly take off your jeans leaving you in just your baby blue boxers (at least you didn't wear any really embarrassing underwear). Tammy is barely able to speak through her laughter as you stand there awkwardly just wishing to die.

"Anyway, are you... are you ready for the final round?" Tammy coyly says.

"Oh no! I am keeping these on!" You nearly yell, mortified beyond belief.

"Well... then I guess you'll walk home in your undies!" She giggles, twirling your jeans around.