Someone is good a beer-pong

"You feeling lucky, bitch?" Sophie spoke loudly, drawing a low 'ohhhh' from the crowd. She grinned at Casey from across the table, bouncing the ball onto the table and back into her hand. Casey felt his cheeks redden slightly. "No luck needed." He said, hoping it sounded as confident and cool out loud as it did in his head. "Bitch." He added, grinning back at Sophie. The guys who'd formed behind Casey whooped and cheered drunkenly.

"Okay, big dog. Lets see what you got." Sophie rolled out her shoulders and winked.

The next five minutes were hard to track for Casey. He opted to take the first turn offered by Sophie, failing to hit a single cup. Much to the dismay of the guys around the table. Sophie then proceeded to dismantle him, piece by piece. Every single throw was tossed with a neat, precise accuracy. The satisfying 'plop' sound sunk Casey's heart each time as Sophie did a verbal victory lap across the table. Each one **** him to abandon a bit of his outfit. All too lucky he was wearing several layers. Even so, he had been reduced to his shirt and pants by the time the final cup was left standing. He'd managed a couple of shots, resulting in Sophie ditching her heels and the jacket she'd throw on just before the mach. For this exact reason no doubt.

"You chatted such a big game, Casey. But sorry. Time to put you outta your misery." Sophie pulled her arm back and slowly tossed the little white ball across the table. It landed squarely in the final cup, drawing a moan of disappointment from most of the men watching and a cheering from the female side. "Loose the shirt!" Called a girl from somewhere in the back. "Drop em!" Yelled another. Casey felt red hot shame fill him as he looked around. Any support he'd once had evaporated as the chance of Sophie exposing herself disappeared. Sophie simply looked at him, eyebrow raised. She gestured for him to unbutton his shirt, smirking as her eyes seemed to drink in his frame.

Casey looked around, suddenly very self-conscious at how many people were watching. "A deals a deal. I would get rid of this, if you hadn't dropped the ball." Sophie pointed to her tight tank top, tracing a line against her breast. Casey pulled a face at her. He sucked in a breath and simply tried to ignore the nerves. How many people here were even going to remember this? Who'd care to see his bare chest compared to that redheads fat ass in her little green panties. He reached up and pulled his shirt off, dropping it and revealing his slim, toned frame. There were several wolf-whistles and hoots. Casey did a little turn on the spot, making sure he'd met his deal. Sophie offered a small nod and he tugged his top back on. He moved away, letting the next pair onto the table as Sophie came to meet him.

"Least you had the balls to loose the shirt. Thought you might bitch out. To bad you didn't get a few more shots in. It might have put me off my game." She smiled at him. Casey was feeling significantly more confident now. Be it the booze or the ease at which Sophie spoke with him. Even if she was hard to read. He grinned at her before hearing a familiar voice.