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“Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.”
Mae West
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Margot

Jules' expression right now is one I've seen a couple of times: it shows someone is gonna get some sense beaten into them. And the recipient of that beating is gonna be no other than mouthy Mety.

Come to think of it, that actually sounds nice: Mouthy Mety, Mety Mouthy.

I giggle to myself before tuning in back to the girls' discussion, only to find that Metisha is already running around the room with Jules on her heels. Not knowing what else to do, I dash after them.

Seconds later, I hear Zara yelling "Stop!" behind me.

With her help, we catch up with the girls before they can attack each other but that doesn't stop them from giving each other irritated looks.

I seriously need someone to remind me of these girls' ages again.

"Didn't anyone tell you running isn't good for an half-drunk person?" When no one responds, Zara continues. "So, back to what I was saying before the rude interruption." She intentionally throws an annoyed glance at Jules' and Metisha's direction. "Jules suggested we play a game of my own choosing since I am the.."

"inductee. Yeah, we know," Metisha cuts in and I hear Zara mutter a word that sounds like an Italian curse. Metisha looks like she is about to retort so I quickly speak up before we could have another session of running-around-Margot's-room.

"So what game do you have in mind?"

"Never have I ever," Zara says with a wicked beam.

Something tells me this is gonna be a loooonnng night.

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"So here's what's gonna happen." Zara announces after we're all seated on the wide bed with a glass of some strong alcohol Metisha had brought along with her. "This game is slightly different from the norm: I will start the game and say something I've never done, then anyone who has done it will take a piece of clothing off."

"Aren't we supposed to take a sip out of our drinks?" Jules inquires.

"And that's why I said this one is slightly different, baby." Zara winks at Jules mischieviously. "It's when all your clothing is off that you start taking gulps. So for now, we don't need the drinks." Before I could blink, Zara takes the drink from all  of us, her evil grin still in place.

Just how did my brother end up dating this weirdo in the first place?

"So, let the game begin: 'Never have I ever gone skin dipping at a pool-party."

Metisha takes her shirt off..

Giving Zara the stink-eye, Metisha takes yet another gulp out of her third glass. Yes, she is now naked and in the take a gulp status. Jules, on the other hand, bless her innocent soul, is still fully clothed. As for Zara, the girl could be mistaken for a stripper in her blazing red lingerie.

"Never have I ever.. Oops, I need to go get sick," Zara informs us as she hastily stands up. But midway to the restroom, she stops and turns around. "By the way, some nice mammaries you've got there, Metisha. And you too, Margie."

I take a look at my present position of almost nakedness. Come to think of it, seeing as I'm left in only my panties, (which might come off before the end of this game) I've done some pretty weird and dirty stuff.

Who knew I was so much like Metisha?

"What about mine?" Jules says with a, what the fuck, pout.

"Haven't seen them yet," Zara throws over her shoulder and hastens, for the third time tonight, to the restroom.

I take another look at Metisha who is now starting to look like she's had more than enough alcohol in her system and I begin to fear for the poor girl.

Wanna know why?

Let us flash back a lil bit to that time when we were at a club and I was talking about categories of drunks.

Metisha happens to be in the first: the spill-your-guts category, which is why she avoids getting drunk.

But as Zara arrives from her wretching session and takes her seat, I see that it's again Metisha's turn to say something she's never did and I just can't shake off this feeling she's about to say something she's not supposed to say.

"Never have I ever had a sixsome," she says on a hiccup.

Ugh. Typical but okay since that's the only thing she says.

"Now Jules, let me ask you a question."

Or not.

"What is it?" Jules asks, picking up a glass of water from the bedside table.

"Why, out of all men in the world, would you decide to go into an unholy relation with a priest. A priest, who, mind you, I happen to like?"

Immediately Metisha utters these words, three things happen simultaneously:

Jules spits out her water.

I let out a long gasp.

While even half-drunk Zara's eyes go ten times wider.

We all stay frozen for a moment, that is, until Jules pounces on Metisha.

Seems nothing can stop Metisha from getting that beating now.

"Not the face! Please Jules." Metisha starts to plead as Jules straddles her. "You can beat every other part of me with the strongest wife beater, but please don't mess with the face!" She cries out from her position under Jules.

I know as a good friend, I should stop Jules from unleashing her merciless beating on her but honestly, the girl just deserves some beating for her mouthiness. Plus, this is just fun to watch.

"You stupid idiot!" Wack. "You wouldn't talk to me for days apart from those stupidly short messages asking me how I'm feeling." Wack. "Then you start talking to me today all of a sudden without me knowing what the issue is." Wack. "And now I find out that the reason you haven't been talking to me is because you think I'm dating a priest you also happen to like?" Wack. "Get your brain," Wack "mind," Wack. "and every part of you out of the stinky gutter it's presently in. You of all people should know I wouldn't cross a sacred line like that!" By the time Jules was done talking, she had stopped beating Metisha and only sits on her stomach, looking at her best friend.

Guilt engulfs Metisha's features as Jules finally gets off her and goes to stand by the window side.

I move close to Metisha and help her up. "So you like the priest, huh?"

She says nothing and I take her silence for a solid 'Yes'.

However, Jules leaves the window side and walks towards us with a frightening speed, her whole attention on Metisha. "Have you finally gone nuts? He's a priest. Do you know what that means? It means he's "off limits." Jules is now sounding more and more alarmed and I can sense that she's about to explode.

"Calm down, Jules. Metisha, are you sure of what you are saying, that this isn't some kind of infatuation?"

"I am not infatuated, damn it!" She yells, a rare emotion in her voice.

Jules only sneers. "You sure sound too confident for someone who has never been in love."

"What did you just say?" Metisha asks, voice low and full of wrath.

Oh-oh.

"You heard me."

Slowly, like a wounded dog, Metisha walks to the exit of my room before turning to address us all.

"I might have never been in love before, but I'm sure I know what it feels like."

"I'm human too, you know," she adds with a small smile before leaving the room.

"Why is she so angry? I only told her the truth," Jules says, crossing her arms in a defensive manner.

"She looked more sad than angry," Zara observes, all the while yawning. But I find her observation accurate. Metisha does look sad.

Someone has finally managed to break the ice that's my friend's heart.

But somehow, I feel even more unhappy for her now than when she loved no one..

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This scene broke my heart. Now I'mma need a whole lot of peppery pizza to heal it😭😭😭