You’re supposed to be wild on Spring Break!

“Alright what do you wanna do?” Carly asked her boyfriend Aaron. We’d just spent a long, tiring, and fun day at the beach. The 6 of us were currently crammed into the small living room of the beach front condo we’d rented.

The condo was too small for all of us, but it had been cheap, and when split 6 ways even cheaper. Plus it was beach front and had a row of bars right next door. It was a prime spring break location.

I shared a side glance at Carly my best friend. The small blonde rolled her eyes at me as the three guys huddle together on the couch across from us.

You see earlier in the day we’d lost a little bet. Nothing crazy mind you. Just some beach volleyball. Guys versus girls. I know what you’re thinking. “Of course you lost Kim. I’m all for feminism but come on!”

I will have you know it was very close. I played volleyball in high school. All four years. I wasn’t the best (I hadn’t gone on to play in college or anything) but I was tall (5’11”) and that gave me a big advantage. Plus our third friend Maria Clara was actually a Division 1 volleyball player. Even given Carly’s inability to do anything athletic that should’ve been enough for us to win.

It had almost been. And I do mean almost. But in the end the guys had prevailed. As reward for their victory? They got to choose what we did tonight.

“Come onnnn,” I teased. “The anticipation is killing me!” I was already pretty tipsy at this point. We’d just gotten back from “dinner” if you wanted to call sharing a table of apps and taking three tequila shots at a bar down the street dinner.

“Alright alright! We got it!” Aaron announced as the guys situated themselves on the couch to face us again. Aaron brushed back his shaggy dark hair. Russell and Nelson had stupid grins on their faces that let me know exactly what they were about to say.

“Strip poker.” Aaron said spreading his arms out wide.

“Strip poker?? I’m shocked.” Carly said sarcastically.

“Real original guys.” Was my response.

“Do we have cards?” Maria Clara (or as we all just called her MC) astutely pointed out in her heavy accent.

“Ummm” Russell looked around the room in a bit of a panic as the other guys joined him.

“Oh no!” Carly smiled. “Guess we will just have to do something else…”

“No! I got it!” Nelson said grabbing the nearby bottle of tequila that was almost empty and pouring another shot into the small glasses in front of everyone. He succeeded in draining the bottle.

“We will play strip spin the bottle instead!”