The Skip Master

Kurt leans back as he folds his arms across his chest and shakes his head back and forth, watching Heather and Zack leave him behind as they go on yet another fishing trip together, "Whatever, would have been boring anyway." he eventually shrugs it off and walks over to the cooler. As his hands open up the lid and look around inside he notices a six pack of beer, one bottle of wine and a handle of Jack Daniel's whiskey as well. "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe! Grab a chick and fuck that hoe. If shes clingy let her go! Eeny, meeny, miny, moe!" he moves his index finger after every word to randomize his drink choice, although truthfully he rigs it anyway so he lands on the whiskey, "Whiskey time baby!!" he grins to himself as he reaches down to the handle of jack and pulls it from the cooler, sealing it back up.

The oldest teen at the cabin immediately pops the cork out of the bottle and takes a quick swig. He immediately clenches his eyes shut as the liquid burns his mouth but like many college teens, he swallows it down causing the heat to spread down his esophagus and straight into his stomach, warming him up, "Ahhhh..." he exhales out. With a soft belch he looks around the park and sees Heather and Zack suddenly disappear down a path which he knows leads around the park but also to a few docks where they could fish. His eyes peer off towards the giant wooden playground set and he notices Brandon stills screaming random shit as he's searching for Ashley and Victoria. With a scratch on his chin he continues to gaze around and has no clue where Chloe or Gavin went to but with a shrug, he realizes he doesn't really care, "Fuck it." he throws the handle back, taking another hefty drink.

The blonde moves back towards the lake where the two canoes are beached in the sand, with one hand on his hip and the other holding the bottle of Jack Daniel's he stares off across Azure Lake and can't help but smile. It was a beautiful day, the skies were completely blue, the birds were chirping and the water was as still as could be. "Hmmm..." the boy contemplates as his eyes move down to the sand below him. "There you are..." he grins as he crouches down. His fingers go to the sand and begin to move around in the fine soil below until his index, middle and thumb come in contact with something small and hard.

As he stands back up, he has a small flat rock between his hands. He tosses it in the air a few times before he holds it along the inside of his index finger while he uses his thumb to hold it in place. He then moves it to the side of his body and with a quick flick of his wrist, he releases the rock as it flies just like a Frisbee across the air. Eventually as it makes contact with the glass-like waters of Azure Lake and it ricochets off the top and skips across six times before it eventually plunks into the depths below. "Fuck yeah, six!" he grins to himself, "Not bad!" he nods to himself. "I bet I can do better!" he lowers his voice a bit, pretending to be someone else, "Oh yeah? Yup! You drink for every less skip and I drink for every more skip? Deal! Good luck bitch!" he laughs to himself as he's carrying on a conversation alone.

Bending down and fingering through the sand he eventually finds another completely flat rock which would be awesome to skip across the surface. Positioning the stone again around the inside of his index finger, "You ready to drink, fucker?" he chuckles to himself as he flicks his wrist and causes the stone to spin out from his grasp. "Bring it on, bitch!"

"One, two, three..." the rock skips over larger distances before it suddenly moves just inches across the water..." four five six seven eight nine! Fuck yes, nine! Drink bitch!" he balls up his fist and throws it in the air, happy for his victory, "Nine to six, that's three drinks! Ugh, lucky throw but whatever, I ain't no pussy!" Kurt throws the handle back, bringing his lips to the head of the bottle and starts to drink straight from the tap. After taking down three chugs of the Whiskey he pulls it from his lips, exhales hard and releases another huge belch from his body, "Fuuuckkk..." he almost groans out as the liquid heat warms his entire body.

"You done pussy?" he says with his eyes closed before quickly shaking his head and grinning to himself, "Fuck off, best two of three? Only if you want to lose again! Hah yeah right!" Kurt kneels down, having to rest his shin on the ground as he searches around in the sand to steady himself. After ten seconds of searching he eventually finds a suitable rock to skip, "Watch this stone skip as hard as your daddy skipped out on your childhood! Hah, burn!" his cocky grin returns before readying the stone. With a step forward to put more **** in his throw, the stone flies out, makes contact with the water and bounces off the top, only to topple and plop down into the water, "Hah! Only two you dumbshit! FUCK! Watch the pro, watch the fucking skip master in action!" Kurt stumbles in his step a few times as his eyes go down to the sand again. "The skip master can suck my dick! Maybe I will, you do have an amazing dick! Thanks dude, you too! Hell yeah we do!" he laughs to himself as he continues to compliment his own dick.

After an even longer time now, he eventually finds another rock that he believes would be good to skip, "Okay fucker, you got two, I'm going to get a fucking thousand! A thousand what, huh, a thousand fails! Wow, sick come back bitch! Fuck you!" he readies his stone as his body slightly sways back and forth and with a quick flick of his wrist, the stone stays horizontal and flies off into the distance. Ping, ping ping ping ping ping ping, the rock continues to skip as Kurt tries his best to focus on the amount of bounces the stone jumps off the surface, "Fuuuuckk...." he groans out, "I don't even know, that was like...over ten." he gulps down as his mouth is partial open. "Shit, that was impressive. Thanks...." he shakes his head back and forth, actually kind of shocked he skipped the stone that great, "Well, fuck it, ten drinks!" Kurt gives a shrug before he throws the handle back one more time, connecting his lips to the mouth of the bottle and chugging down ten gulps worth of the glorious burning and **** filled liquid.