BEER PONG WAS ONE OF DOM'S MANY STRENGTHS,

having been taught the sport by her older cousin many years ago when she was nothing but a lowly college student (oh to go back to those days). She's turned away from Reece as she focuses on the red solo cup before her, sinking a perfect shot in the cup at the top of the pyramid, cheers erupting from everybody who stood around the green table. Deine poked his tongue through his cheek before taking the plastic ball out, eyes never leaving Dom's as he downed the cup full of speights, cringing at the bitter taste as it ran down his throat. "Fuck, that's gross." he cheers, slamming the cup down back onto the table. "Hey mate, you gotta win if you don't wanna drink." Dominique teases, taking a sip of her long white.

The game could've been long gone if it weren't for Deine and Blake's horrible skills when it came to this feel good party starter. By the time they were finished, the two youngsters were pushing each other around and laughing at every small thing. "Fucking hell, cunt." Deine slurred, barely standing still on his own two feet. "Hurry up and get it in!" he suddenly yelled before his mouth slowly cracked into a smile. "I'm trying, you twat." Blake mumbled back, eyelids closing on their own. Dom left Reece's side for Deine's and slung his muscular arm onto her shoulder before slowly leading him to the front door towards an uber she'd ordered for him. "Aaaaah, fresh airrrrr." the Samoan said with a slight groan, leaning his head back and allowing the breeze to rush up into his nostrils.  

It's only then does his drunk mind comprehend what's happening, the cold feeling of the leather belt crossing over his bare chest. "Wait, but I don't want to go." he whined, pulling on Dom's low cut crop top. "Babe, you're drunk. And stop that, you're gonna flash me to the driver." she said, slightly irritated. She always got the ick when men couldn't hold their liquor. "Mmf, but I can't go home by myself! I'm scared..." the girl's lip formed into a straight and firm line before she looked around for a scape goat, eyes catching one of her classmates who just so happened to have the biggest crush on him. "Grace!" the girl with the golden tooth turns, walking forward, eyes slowly widening at the drunken boy in her sight. "Why's he—" "Please, do me a favor and make sure he gets home safe!" Dom says with a knowing smile, winking before she closes the door with Grace in the backseat. She watches as Deine slowly lays his head on her lap, the shy girl trying her best to stop the red flush that covered her whole face. 

When she returns to the pool table, it's only Reece and the crowd seems to have evaporated into nothing. She turns left, then right then finally towards the green eyed male who was surprisingly, already looking at her. "Where'd everybody go?" she asks as she picks up a ball on the opposing side of the infamous fullback, searching for at least one other person she knew. Reece shrugged as he took a swig of his bottle, the alcohol giving him a drunken confidence. "That doesn't matter. Why don't we play our own game, aye?" Dom's curiosity peaks at this, spinning a ball in her fingers. "Winner gets to ask the loser for a wish." her competitive side takes control as she preps the cups and passes an equal amount of balls to each other. Reece's mouth ticks into a smirk as he sips on his beer. She'd already fallen for his trap. His teeth bite down on his lower lip as he plots on the top cup, focusing with one eye before successfully landing it inside. 

Turns out rugby wasn't the only skill that Reece had because he sunk in shot after shot despite being slightly under the influence. The more the balls swished inside the cool cups of alcohol, the more Dom's drive to win increased. As they both were neck to neck, the sixth cup yet to be won, they flip a coin to decide who would be worthy of the shot. "I call heads." Reece says as he holds the two dollar coin in the middle of his palm, allowing the metal to rub against the rough skin of his hand. "I guess I'll take tails then." says the brown girl begrudgingly, dark brown eyes never leaving the coin as it floats through the air. When he catches it, he looks up at her with the cheekiest look he could give, opening his palm to reveal the gleaming face of the late Queen Elizabeth. "Heads."

When Dom awakens from her deep slumber, the weight of a tatted arm pauses her tracks. Blinking at the veiny hand that gently held her breast, she slowly turns to find a messy haired Reece fast asleep. Instantly, her jaw drops in the sudden realisation as she scans her surroundings. Half set up pc, clothes and square plastic littered across the floor and a Queensland U19 rep t-shirt framed beside the door. This was definitely not her room. She attempts to slowly shuffle out of her bed and redress herself into the titans tee, only to be pulled back into Reece's warm and tight embrace. "Don't go..." he mumbled into her shoulder as his arms circled her waist, something poking the middle of her back. 

"Get off me, you fucking prick!" she whispered back before shoving his arms off of her, reaching over to grab her phone from his bedside table. He only groans in response, pulling her flush against his chest again and turning her away from the door, hiding her small frame beneath his. "You were the one who wanted this." he says as his breath tickles her blushing ears. Her phone is still vibrating violently in her hand and when she opens it, she's welcomed by 50+ messages from her friends, cousin and randoms. 

GET IT SEXY 😍💅🏻
BELISDANGER : k!!
BELISDANGER : where tf did dom go?! 
KARL4TOOQUICK : i don't fucking know bro
KARL4TOOQUICK : she isn't answering my calls
+ 45 more

DICKFACE 😑 : dom
DICKFACE 😑 : dom
DICKFACE 😑 : dom
DICKFACE 😑 : dom
DICKFACE 😑 : where tf are you mate
DICKFACE 😑 : oi 
+ 15 more

04-XXXX-XXX : hey dom this is grace <3
thanks for setting me up with this cutie
i'll mention you in my wedding speech x

PATSTARRR : jordan said to to text u coz
he can't find you and reece
do yk where that little shit is?

Her brows knit themselves together as she scrolls through the messages that seem to go on for eternities. For starters, she couldn't even remember what she did last night and secondly, she woke up in Reece's bed after a game of beer pong? Nothing was making sense and all of these unfinished puzzles made the hangover twice as bad. Maybe she did need to lie down, just for now, until her head cleared and she was able to remember what happened. 

⊹ 𓈒 ۫ 𝗿𝙚𝗻 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝙚𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝙚𝘀 ─ 📝
goodness this sucks ass . might take
this book down idk bro writing is so
hard now 😭 #justiceformywritersblock

𝐢𝟎𝟖𝐫𝐞𝐧 ── ♡