Drink

"I'll drink," you say.

"What are you, gay?" Tyler, one of the other boys says with a laugh. "Scared she bites?"

"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 for a bit, with little else going on. May keeps staring at you when she thinks you're not looking, and she seems to really have a crush on you. Tyler, however, only has eyes for your girlfriend, and he's not staring at her face. Eventually, the game goes around to Caoimhe, and April grins maliciously as she thinks.

"Well, Caoimhe, I have the perfect one for you. Drink or dare, lick the tip of Tyler's dick. The whole head, I want it covered in your saliva."

"No! I've a boyfriend, for God's sake! I mean, just touching it is OK, but not licking. That'll get him off, for god's sake."

"Like your hand didn't," Tyler grins, as you glare at him.

"Can I please do something else?" Caoimhe asks.

"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 feels disgusting."

"Does it feel better or worse than Tyler's cock?" 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."