Playing games

John and Amelia head to the living room, where her gaming setup is already set up. John sets the pizza and energy drinks on the coffee table, while Amelia grabs two controllers and hands one to John. They sit down on the couch, their eyes glued to the TV screen as they navigate through the game's menus.

As they start playing Call of Duty, John can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. They used to play this game for hours on end, their laughter and trash talk filling the room. He glances over at Amelia, noticing how her eyes light up as she takes down an enemy player.

John and Amelia continue to play Call of Duty, their laughter and trash talk filling the room. After a particularly intense round, Amelia pauses the game and gets up from the couch. She walks over to the kitchen and returns with a bottle of vodka.

"I'm sure my parents won't miss it," she says with a mischievous grin. She pours them both a shot and they clink glasses before downing the vodka. John feels the warmth spread through his chest as he sets his glass down on the coffee table.

"Alright, let's get back to it," Amelia says, picking up her controller.

As they resume their gaming session, Amelia suggests they play a drinking game, taking a shot every time they die in the game. John agrees, and they clink glasses, the vodka burning his throat as they down their second shot. Amelia grins mischievously, her eyes sparkling with excitement, as she sets the rules: "If you get killed by a sniper, you take two shots." John nods, feeling a thrill of anticipation, and they dive back into the game, their fingers flying across the controllers as they navigate the battlefield.

As they continue to play, John notices that Amelia's movements are becoming more exaggerated and her laughter is getting louder. He realizes that she's starting to feel the effects of the vodka. He takes a sip of his energy drink, trying to keep up with her.

After a few more rounds, Amelia stumbles off the couch, almost spilling her drink. John quickly grabs her arm to steady her. "Whoa, easy there," he says, trying to suppress a grin.

Amelia looks up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think we need to up the stakes," she says, her voice slurring slightly. "Let's play a strip COD. Every time one of us dies, we have to take off a piece of clothing."

John hesitates for a moment, but the excitement in Amelia's eyes is contagious. He nods, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. They start the game, their eyes locked on the screen as they navigate through the virtual battlefield. The first few rounds are intense, but John manages to stay alive. Amelia, on the other hand, isn't so lucky. She takes off her socks, revealing her bare feet.