Tiffany and Ali

Mark made his way upstairs, hoping to play a game or two of beer pong. He was highly skilled at the game and was looking to show off again tonight by beating a few people.

As he made his way though the crowd, he stopped, seeing who was currently playing a game at the edge of the room.

Both Tiffany and Ali were playing against a couple, almost about to finish the game, needing just one more cup. Both were dressed in 80s workout clothes, it was a sight he would never forget.

Mark couldn’t help but stare, the tight spandex of their fluro coloured leggings and leotard was too hot to handle.

He watched as Ali bent down, sticking her ass back as she picked up a ball off the ground. She had on a tight black leotard with red leggings underneath. It contrasted well standing next to Tiffany in blue leggings and a pink leotard. The brunette had her head done up in a frizzy ponytail, to match the eighties vibe. While Ali’s blonde hair sat behind a red head band.

They both threw balls, one after the other, aiming to finish the male and female team off. It didn’t take long for them to do just that, winning very easily.

As they high fived each other, Mark decided to make his way over to the table to say hello.

“Not bad, not bad,” he said, “You girls are pretty good.”

“Oh hey there handsome, don’t you look cute in your little jacket,” Ali said, tugging on his fluro clothing lightly.

“Nice huh?” he said, spreading his arms out.

“So you come all the way up here to challenge us to a game or something?” Ali asked him.

Before Mark could response, Tiffany interrupted.

“Ohh no, I probably shouldn’t have anymore,” she said, shaking her head with her hand out in front of her female friend, “I’ve got too much to do tomorrow.”

As a senior and one of the smartest girls on campus, Tiffany was very focused on getting good marks at the end of semester so she could get the job she wanted from it.

“One night of heavy drinking will not cost you at the end of the year,” Ali said, giving Tiffany a nudge.

In the back of his mind, Mark thought about asking Tiffany about the girl from the picture. Since she was supposed to be a senior too, they might have known each other.

Instead of saying anything right now, he decided to let it go. He was more focused on the girls bodies, maybe there would be a chance of getting with one of them, maybe both. He stood back and listened to the two girls talking with each other.

“Just at least one more game while Mark’s here,” Ali half begged.

The brunette sighed while giving her a bit of a shrug, “Who’s he even going to play with, he hasn’t got a partner, maybe you two just play against each other.”

“Oh I don’t need someone,” Mark then said, “I can take you both on myself… easy.”

The girls looked each other, both with raised eyebrows, surprised by his overconfidence.

“Okay Tiff, you have to play now,” Ali spoke, “We can’t allow that sort of cockiness here,”

Tiffany grabbed an orange ping pong ball off the table and threw it at Mark’s chest where he caught it, “Alright, you go first.”