Celebrate with a drinking game

We are successful in repelling the engineers. Reinforcements arrive on scene, and we regroup. None of us were killed today. The sun is setting, and we return to the shelter. Spirits are high, for once.

“Hey, Tatya.” A voice whispers from behind me as everybody begins to disperse. “Look what I found.”

I turn around to Anton, letting me peek into his bag.

“What is that?” I ask discretely.

“I found a full bottle of vodka.” He whispers in my ear. “And we are going to open it as soon as we find a way to get rid of you-know-who.”

“I’m in.”

“Tatyashka!” Alyona cheers and gives me a big hug. “It’s good to see you back here again!”

“Did you finally get to use that thing?” Anton asks, motioning to my rifle.

“As a matter of fact, I did.” I tell him. “I shot an engineer today on the square.”

“You got a kill today?”

“I did.”

“Good work!” Anton cheers. “That’s reason to celebrate!”

“Ura!” Alyona cheers and pats me on the back.

“I was there.” Ivan says, passing by. “She did good.”

“What are we celebrating?” Maxim asks, butting into our conversation.

“Tatya got a kill today.”

“Nice going baby.” Maxim says to me, extending his hands towards me. I back away.

“Here!” Maxim urges, digging in his pocket and pulling out a pocket knife. “I’ll help you carve a notch in your buttstock.”

“No way.”

“Here, look at mine.” Maxim shows me his rifle, a few dozen tallies crudely carved into the stock.

“What you did to that poor weapon should be a crime. I’m not going to let you deface my beautiful new rifle.” I tell him bluntly. “It is the only pretty thing that I have.”

“Other than your body!” He cheers, then laughs. Nobody joins him.

“Correct.” I tell Maxim. “Two things you will never get to touch.” Anton snickers.

“You’ll come around.” Maxim whines and storms off again.

“He’s gone!” Anton whispers to me and Alyona quickly. “Hey, do you know that railcar?” He asks her.

“The one you fucked me in a few times?” Alyona asks him.

“That one.”

“I do.”

“Go take Tatya there, I’m going to get Nikolai and Valentin.”

“What are we going to do?” Alyona asks.

“We’re going to play a game, now let’s go before Maxim finds out where we’re leaving.”

“Okay, Anton.” She says cutely. “We’ll be waiting.”

She pulls me along and leads me upstairs. I discretely follow her outside and over to a railcar, which she opens. We climb inside one after the other, and she closes it most of the way, leaving a small gap.

“This is the place.” She says to me.

“It’s dark in here.”

“Let me fix that.” She says, and strikes a match. I watch her light a few candles.

“Where did you find those?” I ask.

“I looted them.”

“Looted?” I ask. “Isn’t that stealing?”

“Not if the owner is dead, Tatya.”

“So….” I ask. “You and Anton had a good time in here.”

“The best time.” She brags. “He fucks like a stud bull.”

“I wish I had someone to fuck me like that.”

“Maxim likes you.”

I snort at her joke and push her shoulder. “Anybody but him.”

Alyona sighs. “Where are the boys? I’m ready to have some fun for once.”

I get up and slide the door open to footsteps coming from outside.

“Hey.” Anton says, Nikolai and Valentin in tow. I help Anton up with a hand.

“Welcome home, dear.” Alyona jokes. “Dinner is ready.”

“I wish.” Anton grumbles, and the two of us help the others in. I close the door.

The five of us sit down on the floor of the railcar in a circle, Anton to my left, Alyona to his left, Valentin next, then Nikolai, then back to me.

“Did you bring it?” I ask.

“No, I forgot.” Anton says. “Just fucking with you.” He laughs and fishes out the bottle.

“Would you do the honors?” He asks Alyona, and passes the bottle.

She cracks it open and prepares to take a sip from it.

“Hold on.” Anton says. “I wouldn’t go too crazy just yet.”

“Why?” She asks. “I want a drink!” She takes a swig from the bottle.

“Because the game.”

“What is this game, anyways.” I ask Anton.

“We go around the circle.” He says.

“And?”

“When it’s your turn, the last person who went asks you a question, or asks you to do something.”

“So when do I get to drink?” Alyona asks.

“When you don’t answer the question, or do the thing.”

“Great!” She says, and takes another sip, then passes the bottle off to Anton.

“That’s not how it works!” Anton argues.

“That’s fine. I didn’t want to answer the question anyways.” She giggles.

“Nobody even asked you one!”

“So what now?” I ask.

“I guess it’s my turn.” Anton says.

“Okay.” Alyona says. “Kiss me.”

“Taking it easy on me.” He laughs, leans over to her, and gives her a kiss. I clap for them.

“Very funny.” He says, then turns to me.

“Tatya.” He says. “Let me think of something.”

“I’m ready.” I giggle.

“What’s your body count?” He asks.

“I told you yesterday!” I protest. “With the guy I shot today, it’s twenty one.”

“I’m not asking about how many guys you shot.” He says. Alyona snorts.

“Give me that bottle.” I demand and take a big gulp from it. Everybody laughs at me. The vodka burns. It must be cheap, but I don’t care. I’ve been dying to have some fun. I giggle once I’m done.

“Nikolai, Nikolai, Nikolai.” I say with a little grin. “What’s your favorite food?”

“You don’t get it!” Alyona chirps at me from the other side of the circle.

“I asked him a question!”

“You’re supposed to ask him something sexual! The more embarrassing, the better!”

“Okay.” I giggle and turn to Nikolai.

“Do you like blondes or brunettes better?” I ask him.

“Can I drink anyways, even if I answer?” He asks.

“Sure.”

“Brunettes.” Nikolai says. “Sorry Alyona.” He takes a drink from the bottle and turns to Valentin.

“Embarrassing, remember?” Alyona reminds him.

“Like, really embarrassing?” Nikolai asks.

“Don’t do this to me, dude.” Valentin pleads.

“This is the spirit of the game!” Nikolai jokes.

“Fine, fine. Do your worst.”

“So, uh, dude, have you ever… you know…”

“Spit it out, don’t be a pussy.” Anton demands.

“You ever try your own cum?”

I snort. Laughter breaks out from around the circle.

“What the fuck kind of question is that?”

“Did you do it?”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Valentin says and drinks.

“That means he did it!” Nikolai cheers. “Valentin ate his cum!”

“Oh fuck off!”

“He did it! How was it?”

“Find out for yourself, dick!” They laugh and push each other.

“Okay, okay.” Alyona says. “Everybody has gone once. Should we keep going in a circle? Switch directions?”

“No.” Anton says. “We should make it random. Here.”

He reaches behind him and slaps an empty bottle down in the middle.

“Whoever it points to is next.” Anton says, and gives it a spin. It points to me.

“I’ll take it easy on you. You’re tall for a girl.” Valentin says, and passes the vodka across. “I’m curious. How tall are you?”

“Weak pussy question.” Anton berates him.

“168 centimeters (5’6”).” I tell Valentin. “But I’m drinking anyways.” I take another big sip.

“Bad idea.” He says.

“I can handle myself.” I tell him confidently, then lean forwards to spin the empty bottle. It points at Alyona.

“What am I going to ask you?” I tease.

“Show mercy.” She giggles.

“Where is the worst place where you and Anton screwed each other?”

Everybody laughs at my question.

“The worst?”

“The most unusual.” I tell her, and look directly in her eyes. She sighs and takes another big drink.

“We’re starting to go through this.” She jokes, looking at the bottle.

“We still have a ways to go.” Anton tells her. “Spin it.”

Alyona spins the empty bottle and it lands on Valentin again.

“Did you ever fuck that girlfriend of yours before you came here?”

Valentin takes the bottle from her hand and takes another draught, a sad look on his face. He wipes his mouth, leans forwards, and spins again. The bottle lands on Nikolai.

“Oh shit.” Nikolai laughs.

“You little fucker.” Valentin says to him. “I’ve got you now!”

“What are you going to do to me?” Nikolai asks him.

“Remember what you asked me?”

“Yeah.”

“Now you answer for it.”

“I wouldn’t do that, dude.”

“He’s lying!” Valentin points. “You can see it in his face!”

“Just drink.” Anton tells him.

“But I didn’t do it!” Nikolai protests.

“Do it.”

“Fine. I’ll drink.” Nikolai says. “Only because I’m a good sport.” He takes a sip. “For the record, I didn’t do it.”

Nikolai spins the bottle and it lands on me.

“Tatya.” He says.

“Yes?”

“When you’re dating a guy, do you like giving him head?”

I can’t help but laugh at the question, and blush a little bit. It could be the vodka starting to work.

“Sometimes.” I giggle, and take another sip anyways.

“I bet she does!” Alyona cheers. “Look how she laughs!”

“You’re terrible at this game.” Anton teases me. “I think you’re just trying to get drunk.”

I lean forwards and spin the bottle, which ends up pointing at Anton.

“I’m terrible at this game, huh?” I ask him with an evil grin.

“Take it easy on me.” He laughs.

“How many days a week do you fuck Alyona?” I ask him.

“Every day if I can get away with it, sometimes more than once.” He answers. Alyona blushes bright red.

“Anton!” She complains.

“I’ve heard you moan that name a couple times.” He teases her. She punches him in the shoulder and everybody laughs.

“You better hope this doesn’t land on you, Tatya, I’m gonna get you back for that one, she’s mad at me now.” Anton tells me. I giggle.

“I’m not mad.” Alyona laughs back. “You fucker. Everybody already knows anyways.”

Anton takes hold of the bottle in the middle. He spins it, and it points to Alyona.

“Well.” She says with a smirk. “I’m waiting.”

“Hold on.” Anton says. “I’m thinking. I have a really good idea.”

“What is your idea?” She asks.

“Make out with Tatya.” Anton demands. The other boys gasp.

“What?”

“Go over there and make out with her.”

“Right now?”

“Of course, right now!” Anton laughs. “I want to see this.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know, twenty seconds?”

“I’m going to need another drink if you want me to do that!” I laugh and take the bottle out of his hand to take another sip.

“Me too!” She laughs, and I pass it over to her. She takes it and drinks.

“Oh come on!” Anton begs. “You have to do it!”

“Why?” She asks.

“It’s a rule.”

“You made it up!”

“All rules are made up.” Anton argues. “Now go kiss her.”

My heart starts to flutter when Alyona scoots over and takes her place next to me.

“Hi.” She laughs nervously. She gently puts her hand on the back of my head. The two of us start to lean forwards, but we pull back.

“I can’t do it.” Alyona says.

“Come on.” Anton urges her.

“I don’t know.” I say. “I’ve never kissed another girl before.”

“Just close your eyes and pretend she’s Maxim.” Anton tells me. I laugh so hard that my chest hurts.

“Come on.” Anton pleads. “Look at the two of them. They want to see it too.”

“I don’t know…” Alyona hesitates.

“It would mean a lot to us.” Anton says. “Oh come on, lots of people would want to kiss her.”

“Just take a deep breath.” He says, and we try to listen to him and calm ourselves down.

“This is… new.” I tell Alyona when she shifts her body a little closer to me.

“I’ll do it if you do it.” She says.

“Okay.”

“For the boys.” She says. My heart flutters again and the two of us put our hands on each other and start to lean closer together. I can see Anton over her shoulder giddy with anticipation, as Alyona and I come face to face. We come close enough, that we have to tilt our heads, and stop for a second, both of us giggling.

“Do it.” Anton says in a breathy voice.

I tilt my head again, close my eyes, and lean forwards. For the first time my lips touch against those of another woman, to the sounds of three men cheering. Once I manage to get over the mental hurdle of kissing Alyona, it’s just like kissing anybody else. We push back and forth against each other, smooching each other. Her warm, moist lips are so delicate and soft compared to anything I’ve ever experienced.

The two of us pull back, and neither of us can stop giggling.

“More!” Nikolai begs. “More!” Anton watches us with his mouth wide open. Valentin looks embarrassed but intrigued.

Alyona and I giggle again then lean into each other for another round of kisses, pressing our lips hard together, both of us letting out sounds of pleasure to put on a show for the guys. They love every second of it.

Eventually, we break our kiss, and she shuffles back to her spot, giggling all the way. We’re both blushing bright red. She brushes some of her blonde hair out of her face.

“That was… interesting.” I giggle. The circle breaks out in laughter.

Suddenly, the door to the rail car swings open, and we all turn in shock. Ivan stands in front of us.

“So this is where all my people went.” He says.

“Sir, I can explain!” Anton says, flustered.

Ivan simply reaches inside the cart, snatches the bottle from his hand and takes a big drink out of it. He burps and sets the bottle down.

“Don’t be up too late.” He says, and then leaves us alone. Everyone breathes a big sigh of relief.

“So where were we?” I ask.

“Hold on.” Alyona says, then spins the bottle in the middle. It points to Nikolai.

“Nikolai.” She giggles. “Do you think Tatya is cute?”

He blushes immediately, laughs nervously, picks up the bottle and drinks.

“Oh come on!” Alyona begs him. “Look at her!”

I snicker, woozy from the effects of drinking, and lean against the wall of the car. Nikolai and I look back and forth at each other a bit. I smile at him and it makes his face light up.

“You can see it!” Alyona cheers.

Nikolai laughs and spins the bottle again, and it lands on Anton.

“I dare you to make the girls do something again.” He says.

“Hey!” Alyona protests. “That’s not how it works!”

“Here.” Anton says, and takes a drink. He takes the bottle in the middle, and deliberately turns it to face Alyona.

“Do you want to have a threesome with Tatya?” He asks her. We all laugh so hard that we collapse to the floor of the car in a twisted heap of drunk bodies.

“My ribs.” Somebody gasps.

“If we ever find another bottle.” Nikolai gasps. “We’ll have to play again.”

I prop my head up on somebody’s leg and look out the door upon the ruins of the factory, the dark sky still thick with the day’s smoke.

“Do you hear that?” Anton asks. “Sounds like singing.”

“Sounds like Katyusha.” Alyona says.

“Oh yeah.” I say with a little smile, and nod my head to the verse, and take a deep breath when it finishes. “Выходила на берег Катюша!” I slur along, my eyes half closed. A few of the others join me. “На высокий берег на крутой!”

“Hey!” A new voice cries, climbing into the rail car. Fuck! It’s Maxim!

“You pussies think you can party without me?” He asks, grabbing up the bottle and immediately gulping a huge amount down.

“Not anymore.” Valentin snorts.

“Ah shit.” Anton grumbles. “We were just about to head back inside anyways.”

“Come on.” Maxim complains.

“Hey Tanya.” He says to me. “You want a drink?”

“No, Maxim.” I tell him. “I don’t want a hangover, so I can outperform you tomorrow.”

“You’re funny, do you know that?” He asks. “Why don’t we go over to where they’re singing and have a little dance?”

“Keep dreaming, Maxim.” I tell him and pick up my rifle. “I’m going to bed. Come on, Alyona. It’s cold.”