"Damn, I am so bored," I groaned as I leaned back in the kitchen chair. "Well, what game do you wanna play, Derrick?" Nicole asked me. I made a face. "I'm kinda getting tired of drinking games," I told her. "Me too," said our friend Cory. "We play the same stuff every week, and I always kick both of your asses at quarters every time anyway." We were sitting in Nicole's apartment at the kitchen table, with shot glasses and red plastic cups in front of us. There were ping pong balls, quarters, a deck of cards, and other items spread across Nicole's table. It was our usual… Read more
