Hannah's little game.

Hannah's little game started the night of her bachelorette party. I was in the midst of the bachelor party that her brother had planned for me the same night. Chucky had made an earnest attempt to become friends with me for the weeks leading up to the parties, and I couldn't understand why. We have almost nothing in common. Chucky has a porn addiction, a nicotine addiction, and spends the rest of his time playing video games and creating computer games that he sells online. I was obtaining a degree in law enforcement at the time. But he would come over and bring a bottle of whisky, insisting that we drink together, or he would invite me over and show me "the funniest fuckin" porn bloopers he had archived.

I did not know that this had been orchestrated by Hannah, that it was all part of her plan. The bachelor party, too, was planned by Hannah. She'd arranged the guests, the entertainment, everything. I suppose she had some free time on her hands, with no job; she couldn't spend every second fucking around on me.

The other part of Hannah's little game took the form of text messages. She sent me one early on in the night, "So drunk sso hornyx." I knew then that even if Chucky's bachelor party was a dud, I was nonetheless in store for an interesting night.

The guests at the party were my sister's husband, Craig, two of my best friends since childhood, Cory and Trevor, my freshman roommate from college, Aaron, and my co-worker Ben. They greeted me all warmly, and Chucky emerged from another room in the large hotel suite Chucky (Hannah) had rented. He was holding 2 bottles of liquor in each hand, and he said, "Let's drink bitches!"