A drinking game

Brandon orders a few rounds of shots to get things going, but I decide to take it a step further.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's play a game," I say.

"What game?" Mille asks curiously.

"It's a game of truth," I explain, "It's quite simple, each of us gets to ask someone a question, and that person must answer truthfully. If we choose not to answer, we have to do a shot. If we lie and get caught or talk around the question like a politician, we have to do two shots. Got it?"

"Oh, exciting!" Mille exclaims, "But please go easy on me, I'm such a bad liar."

I smile, "Don't worry, Millie, we'll be gentle. So why don't you go first?"

Millie thoughtfully bites her lip for a moment before she turns to Angela, "Okay, I'll start with an easy one. Why did you enrol in college at your age, Angela?"

"Well, I've always dreamed of starting a business of my own, and I wanted to try something new... after my divorce," she says with an uneasy look on her face as she utters the last word.

"Well played, Angela. Why don't you go next?" I say.

"Okay," she says, and I catch a glimpse of something mischievous behind her glasses, "Millie, have you ever been unfaithful to your husband?"

Brandon slams his fist into his palm and yells out, "Damn bitch, that's savage! I love it!"

Everybody turns to Millie who looks uncomfortable and squirms a little. Then without a word she grabs a glass and takes a shot of liquor. She doesn't strike you as a person who's easily embarrassed, but this question has apparently hit a nerve.

"Damn ho, she got you there!" Brandon shouts, and Millie blushes, "Okay, my turn," he grins, Girls, this one is for both of you... how many guys have you fucked?"

"Oh gosh," Millie says and scratches her head, "I was quite wild when I was younger, and I haven't been keeping count. Around fifty maybe, or a hundred, who knows? Does it count if I was passed out?"

The rest of us drop our jaws for a few moments, and Millie looks pleadingly around the table. "Nope, that's not a sufficient answer. Two shots for you," I orders and I Brandon nods in agreement. Millie grimaces as she obliges and she downs two more shooters.

"Your turn, Angela," I demand, "How many guys have you been with?"

"Uhm... about six... or seven," she answers.

"Oh really?" Millie interjects and wags a finger at Angela, "You told me the other day that your ex-husband is the only man you've ever slept with. Why are you lying?"

Angela blushes heavily, then blurts out, "Okay, I lied! But damn it, Millie I told you that in confidence!"

Brandon laughs and shakes his head in disbelief, "Just one guy? And you're how old? Did you grow up on an Amish farm or something?"

"I'm 39," she mutters, "But we got married right after high school. Jeez, do you have to rub it in?"

"I'm sorry, Angela, but you know the rules. Two shots," I order.

Angela drinks and looks mortally embarrassed. I feel bad for her, but the game must go on.

"My turn!" I say.