Of course we do

"Sure, what game do you have in mind?"

"Hmmm. How about strip poker?" Simon is pointedly not looking at Maisie.

"Eww, no, I don't want to see you two naked." Maisie laughs. "How about cheers to the governer. We go around the circle and count to 21. If you fuck it up, you drink. If we hit 21, the last person makes a rule you have to follow. If you don't follow the rule you drink. Clockwise, I start. One."

After a moment of orientating oursepves around the table, Simon says "2."

"3" So far so good. You circle the table a few more times until Maisie gets to 16. Simon blurts out "18" and takes a drink. You start back at one and then you mess up by saying 20 instead of 19.

"You boys are making this too easy on me. 1" Maisie laughs as we start over again. This time you and Simon focus on the task and you finish a round. You get to make the rule.

"You have to speak with a lisp when saying the number."

"Dude, that is fucked up, you know I used to have a lisp." Simon says. You didn't actually know that, but you imagine it will help your cause. You start back and one and it isn't until Simon's second turn until the rule applies.

"Thickth" all three of you are laughing as you follow with "Theven." You get back to "Thicktheen" which Maisie follows with "theventeen."

"Theventeen" Simon announces, only to groan at his blunder and take a drink. You start back over and you mess up once, Simon messes up twice, and Maisie messes up before 21 is finally hit again, this time by Maisie.

"Ok. Lets have some fun with this. If you say a multuple of ten you have to turn to whoever drank last besides yourself and kiss them." You can see Simon counting the circle. If nobody messes up, Maisie will get 10 and have to kiss him, and he will get to 20 and kiss her.

"Oh shit. Okay, lets play."

"One"

"Two"

"Three"

"Four"

"Five"

"Thicth" your lisp elicits a laugh from Maisie.

"Theven"

"Eight" Simon is staring at you.

"Nine"

"Ten" Maisie leans over to Simon and gives him a peck on the lips.

"That is all? No tongue?" He teases.

"The kisser picks the kiss." Simon doubles down his attention now.

"Eleven"

"Twelve"

"Thirteen"

"Fourteen"

"Fifteen"

"Thicktheen"

"Seventeen" Simon slams his head on the table. "Fuck. Fucking fuck." He downs his drink and pours himself another one. You waste no time.

"One"

"Two"

"Three"

"Four"

"Five"

"Thickth"

"Theven"

"Eight"

"Nine"

"Ten. Pucker up big boy." You give Simon a peck on the lips.

"Eleven"

"Twelve"

"Thirteen"

"Fourteen"

"Fifteen"

"Thickteen"

"Theventeen" You can see Simon trying to decide if he should throw it so Maisie won't kiss you, but he doesn't want to have to drink.

"Eighteen"

"Nineteen"

"Twenty" Maisie leans towards you and gives you a real kiss, full of passion.

"Aww fuck you guys. Twenty one. From now on if you drink you drink twice." Your bottle is empty so you suggest a short break to get a new one. Simon goes to the restroom and you tell Maisie to call Holly. She does so and lets you know Holly will be there in 30 minutes.

"Good thing Simon went to double drinks."

"Fuck, when she gets here she will notice I am shorter."

"Nonsense. Maisie, to anybody not intoxicated you will seem to be your normal height." She laughs.

"That will work. Might cause some confusion down the line though." She quiets as Simon staggers back out.

"ONE!" He shouts, then covers his mouth when he realizes how loud he was.

"Two"

"Three"

"Four"

"Five"

"Thickth"

"Theven"

"Eight"

"Nine"

"Ten" Simon gives you a tiny peck on the lips and you can taste the **** on him.

"Eleven"

"Twelve"

"Fourteen" Simon groans as he pours himself a double drink and downs it.

"One"

"Two"

"Three"

"Four"

"Thicth" Maisie pours her drink and downs it. You go a few more rounds with Simon losing three more and you and Maisie both losing one. Simon does get a chance to kiss Maisie and she lets him attack her face with his. You are about to start another round when you hear a frantic knock on the door. You leap up to answer it and smile at Holly, who looks surprised when she recognizes you.

"Brad? Is Maisie here?" You nod and invite Holly in. You subtly lock the door behind you, it wouldn't do to spook her and have her run, and you needed to be very careful about how you did this.

"Holly, oh my god, thanks for coming." Maisie grabbed her sisters arm and brought her further into the apartment. "I'm so sorry."

"Hey Simon, do you want to see something cool?" You call out to your friend who was leaning against a wall like it was the only thing holding him up. "It turns out Maisie and her sister have this curse thing that makes it so whoever finds out first can make them do stuff like this." Holly stiffens and turns to Maisie in fear. "Maisie, turn into a trading card." She falls to the table in her now familiar card form. You pick her up and show her to Simon. "You can d9 that to Holly, just say 'Holly, turn into a card just like Maisie." Simon looks at you, at the card, and then at Holly.

"I can make her do anything?" Fuck. Fucking shit. "Awesome. Holly, turn into a card just like your sister." Holly is replaced by a card, which you pick up and set on the table, picture up. Her pose is different, she appears to be mid dive for a ball and her jersey hangs loose, giving you a glimpse down it at her boobs. "Holy fuck man, how did you figure that out?" Much to your horror, Simon appeared to be sobering up as he picked up Holly and read the back of the card.

"Maisie let it slip the other day. Pretty heavy shit, right? Want another drink?" Simon grabbed the bottle and took a swig.

"Im gonna. Ill be right back." Simon walked towards the bathroom, still holding Holly in his hand. You watched as he shut the door, and then tried to block out your ears as you heard him encourage his dick to get hard so he could jack off to her picture. A few minutes later he stumbled back out and handed you the card. "This is some fucked up shit. Why do you have these trading cards with sexy pictures of your friend and her sister?" He seemed angry.

"The cards are..." You stopped yourself from saying the cards were them. "They are from a bachelorette gift from their cousin's wedding. She had them made, I stole them from Maisie. Don't tell her." Simon seemed to believe you.

"Where did they go, by the way?"

"Holly took Maisie home. What do you want to do now?" Simon looked at the cards, then the mostly empty liquor bottle.

"Fuck man, I think I am just gonna walk home and get some sleep. Talk to you later." As soon as Simon left the apartment you shut the door behind him and collapsed into the couch. Before you could do anything else your adrenaline crashed and you drifted off to sleep.