Horse

"I just got out of a final." You started, "I'm tired and I'm not exactly dressed for running around."

"Don't worry about it," Cindy interrupted, "You won't dressed in anything for long." That brought a round of laughter from all the others.

"I think he means that he wants to play a shooting game." Tom explained. You nodded.

"Which one?" Marcus asked.

"H-O-R-S-E. wou' be da easies'." Shannon answered. You merely shrugged. You really didn't care.

"H-O-R-S-E it is." Marcus stated, "Rules..."

"KISS!" Linda interjected, "Keep it simple stupid."

Although everyone knew the basic rules, it didn't hurt to go over them. Everyone would take turns shooting the ball at the basket. They could shoot from where ever they wanted unless the person in front of them made a shot. If that case, they had to shoot from the same spot. If they missed, they got a letter. In addition, they had to remove a piece of clothing, not including shoes or socks. And if everyone made that same shot, the first person to shoot got the letter and had to remove an item.

Anyone who couldn't take off a piece of clothing was out. The game was over when only one person wasn't out. That person got to determine what each person had to pay to 'buy back' their clothing and being defeated.

With the rules and penalty set, it simply a matter of getting started.

"Who's first?' you asked.