Drink

"I'll drink," you say.

"What are you, gay?" Tyler says. "Scared she has teeth down there?"

"Fuck off, asshole," Caoimhe says, giving him the finger.

You grin, gently kissing Caoimhe on the cheek, before you chug back the fruity concoction in your cup. It burns slightly as it goes down your throat, but at least it isn't too bad. You hold your cup upside down to show you've drank it all, before quickly leaning over and refilling your cup.

"Alright, shit, next," April says. "Sorry, May, guess he's not going for you."

The game continues on, with you getting a glance at one of the girl's tits as she's revealed to have stuffed her bra, a girl gets sick from drinking and not much else happens. Eventually, it turns to Tyler, and thankfully all he has to do is compare cock sizes to Malcolm, the only other guy playing besides you. Then, it's all the way around to Caoimhe.

"Fine, since Caoimhe's clearly into Tyler, I have another perfect one for you. Caoimhe, drink or dare, I want you to simply touch Tyler's dick. Just wrap your hand around it and rub it for five seconds. Simple."

"No! I've a boyfriend, for God's sake! Kissing is one thing, but dick's is just... no! Can't I do something else?"

"That's not the rules of the game."

"Fine," Caoimhe says, dejected.

With that, she grabs her refilled cup, and quickly tries to chug it down, wanting to get it over with as quickly as she can. She gulps back the cup, and impressively manages to down it, before dropping the cup and looking queasy for a brief second.

"Jesus. Are you OK?" you ask.

Caoimhe nods, before her drink makes an appearance over the carpet in front of you. She leans over, vomiting up a mouthful of disgusting, mostly liquid vomit on the ground. The others jeer as she does so, as you grab her hair, pulling it out of the way of the stream of puke.

"Ugh... sorry," Caoimhe says.

"It's fine," you say. "I think we're finished playing. Come on."

You lead Caoimhe away from the scene, taking her away from the game and to the nearest bathroom. You lead her into one of the stalls, and stand over her as she continues to vomit her drink into the toilet.

"Ugh, this tastes disgusting."

"Better than Tyler's tongue?" you ask.

"Oh, that didn't make you mad at me, did it? I swear I didn't want to, but you were having fun playing, and I thought it was just a game, so I did it."

"It's fine," you say. "I'm only teasing. Go on, puke out the poison, sweetheart."

Caoimhe vomits again, a chunk of something plopping into the toilet bowl with an audible splash.

"I'm really sorry about this. I don't usually drink."

"Really?" you ask with a smile. "I don't believe it."

Caoimhe pauses, straightening up. You lean in to kiss her, but she stops you.

"Don't, I'm disgusting," she says, grabbing a some toilet roll and cleaning herself up.

You wait with Caoimhe as she reorganizes herself, before she finally finishes.

"Come on, let's get away from this and go find something to do, yeah?" you say.

"Thanks, Jack," Caoimhe says. "I appreciate this."