Evie and Amanda reunite

“…is that a new hairband? I always liked that look on you, but without your pink streak it seems like it’s missing something, you know? Also, love that nail polish.” Amanda said, sitting cross-legged on the couch. Evie decided against her better judgment to call her and see if she was busy. She wasn’t.

“Thanks! And I’m glad you ditched the ponytail, I always thought that your hair looked better when it was free,” Evie replied. “So, have you been in touch with anyone since you moved here?”

“A bit, I talk with Victoria, Brad. Hey, did you know Brad is getting married to his drummer? They both fell in love during their joint physiotherapy sessions. Romantic stuff.”

“Wow, I had no idea…” The topic of the conversation changed to their former classmates, then to their careers, to work, and then it quickly dried up. It didn’t seem polite for either of them to bring up their scandalous wagers. Neither woman was very sure how to treat the other after this time. They hadn’t exactly been good “friends”, but neither full-on enemies. Not with all the time they spent together.

But, without their rivalry, what else had they in common? After some minutes of silence, Amanda coughed. “Well, it was nice seeing you Evie, but I think I better get going. It’s getting late. After all, its… 7:30 PM.”

“W-wait. I have that new Pokémon Legends game. Don’t you want to take a look, oh great Pokémon Champion?” Evie proposed semi sarcastically.

“I don’t know…”

“W-what if we make a competition out of it? Let’s see who can capture the most Bidoofs in under one hour.”

“Sorry, but that doesn’t seem very… interesting. See you around Evie.” Amanda got up from the couch and put her jacket around her arms.

“B-but what if we play for the big one?” Evie tried one final effort to keep Amanda inside her apartment and avoid another lonely Friday night.

Amanda sat back down, face serious as a funeral. “The BIG one? Are you sure you are saying what I think you are saying?”

Yep, the BIG one, the one wager Evie never agreed to. Even Amanda was **** to bring it to the table on the best of occasions. “Y-yep, the loser will be the winner’s **** for the rest of the weekend.”

Amanda sat down next to Evie, grabbing her hand. “Dear, you sure you want to do this? I know we have been out of the game for a long time, but if we are doing this again, I’m not going to half-ass it. I will have no mercy on you if we win, it will be as if we never stopped playing.”

“S-sure, I understand.”

“No, I don’t think you do. For the whole weekend, you will not be allowed any clothing. In the morning, I will put a collar around your neck and take you for a walk in the park. In the afternoon you’ll have to fetch my shopping list from the supermarket, and in the evening I will throw a party where you will serve everyone as the naked waitress. And that’s just Saturday. I ask again, are you sure you want to do this?”

Evie hesitated. Amanda was right, it would be beyond humiliating if she lost. There was a reason they never went ahead with this punishment. No one called her Nekkid Evie anymore, and she wasn’t in a rush to kick start that nickname again.

But, besides the harsh penalty, Evie feared that if they played one more time, it would not stop there. Whoever lost would want a chance for payback. It would open the floodgates once more, and Evie wasn’t sure that she would be able to close it again as she did after college.

It would be a return to the embarrassing stripping games, toe-curling penalties, and surprisingly recurrent bouts of immodest public nudity. A spectacular return to form.

She really shouldn’t even think about agreeing to do it just to liven up her Friday night. There was no rational reason to accept. Evie opened her mouth to put an end to this charade once and for all. “Of course, I’ll do the same to you if you win,” Evie smirked, and Amanda did too. “Let’s play.”