No

Five long minutes passed. Jake sat quietly as the game's menu music played on a loop.

"Janie is getting dressed," Eric said calmly. "She doesn't own a bikini, but we found a place to buy them."

"At 1:00 in the morning? Walmart hasn't done overnights since the pandemic."

"Not Walmart. This place is about ten minutes out of town..."

Jake tried to make small talk with Janie in the car, but she shot him down. He and Eric sat in stoned silence, watching the passing lights, until suddenly Janie pulled off the highway near a building with blacked-out windows. Jake's eyebrows shot up. "We're at a sex shop?"

Janie sighed. "Don't be such a loser. Sex shops sell clothes and toys, it's not like we're going to fuck each other on the sales floor. The bikinis in stock won't be suitable for the beach or even basic human decency but it was all I could find." Another sigh, longer this time. "Of course, that's what you wanted, right? Eric is goddamn fucked when I think of how to get **** for this bullshit."

Eric just shrugged, got out of the car, and walked to the door.

An overweight, middle-aged woman was running the shop. She checked the boys' IDs and didn't react to finding that two of her customers were siblings. Janie asked where to find swimsuits, and the woman gestured toward a section labeled "costumes."

Janie sighed for the hundredth time when she got a glimpse of the choices. Very few of them would count as bikinis, and the ones that qualified as bikinis had so little fabric that you'd probably be more modest with a splash of body paint.

Jake was getting excited, and he had an idea. "Janie, let's make a bet. If I find a bikini you actually like, then you have to show it off around me for the rest of the weekend. If not, we settle for pictures of you wrapped in a towel."

"Deal," said Janie. "I won't lie to you if you find one, either. I'm not a backstabbing little shit like you two are."

"Hey, that hurts," said Eric, "We just got carried away. I bet you'll look back on this and laugh within a month."

"No bet," said Janie. She did sound seriously offended.

"Now hold on," said Jake, "What if we make it a real bet? If you find a fetish outfit suitable for Eric, he wears it all weekend in exchange for forgiveness. If you can't find one that settles the score, then you two get to pick out my weekend outfit here instead."

"Deal!"

"Deal!"

The siblings looked equally smug as the trio dug into the tightly-packed shelves and looked for something wild enough to fill each part of the wagers.