One for Harry, One for Lea

My head was spinning. Putting it away hadn’t done anything to shake me. I peered into the bottom of my red plastic cup and tried to count how many glasses of wine I’d had. Not enough to explain the steam building up between my ears. Always, always, my assumption was that the more a guy talked about how big his dick was, the smaller it actually is. There was a lump in my throat. Okay, so Jack wasn’t bullshitting about one thing.

“Truth,” said another voice, and it took me a second to come back to myself. Get it together. It’s Harry’s turn. The size of… that doesn’t change one thing. Harry, the guy who was so kind to host us all here, had just chosen truth. I tried to make myself focus on that. My high opinion of him lived on. He wasn't going to let Jack boss him around into doing something stupid.

“How many girls in Bean have you fucked?” asked Jack.

Then my hopes came crashing down again. And I thought Joan could blush! Harry spent terrible seconds looking at each of the girls in turn. The warm feeling in my skull was turning into something hot, and not in a pleasant way.

“Who live in Bean,” Jack corrected himself. “I don't just mean the four here now.” He looked very pleased with himself. It was a one-two punch for him, showing off that thing of his and making me come to horrible terms with the character of the guy whose every word I'd been hanging off of for months now.

The air in the room had suddenly spoiled. If he'd just said something, quickly, it wouldn't be so bad. I didn't think Harry was a virgin, or anything. But now he waited so long that we all knew he was covering up something big. And, thus, terrible. Whatever answer he came up with would seem like a lie.

Even Jack was looking put out. He squirmed at the edge of his seat. Wasn't this what he expected? I thought. “I guess you could just do the line instead,” he grumbled.

Harry walked over to the desk. He didn't need to second guess. I was surprised by how easily he lined it up on the table, pulling a credit card from his wallet and making a perfect row. Clearly this wasn't his first time. There was an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I knew less about Harry than I thought. He rolled up a bill and set it to the edge. Everyone jumped at the sound of him snorting it down. Joan had her head in her hands, wishing she was anywhere but there, but there was nowhere to go. When Harry spun around again, his eyes were blazing. I twitched, not able to stop myself from feeling drawn to him.

“Oh, that is good,” he gasped. “Lea. Truth or dare?” He licked his lips, looking crazy. I was almost sad he didn't pick me. Almost. The rest of me didn't like the idea of him coming up with a prompt for me when he was like this.

She squirmed as he stared at her. “Dare,” she said.

I didn't recognize Harry anymore. “Take off that fucking romper,” he said.