"Oh shit,” he said as he picked up his beer. He took two very large gulps which finished the beer off. "This is… wow.” He leaned back against the couch now that he had plenty of room. He put his head back against the cushion and began to sing, “Fuck You, I’m Drunk,” softly. When he finished, he snickered.

I sat back and watched him, a small smile on my lips. "When was the last time you were this drunk?"

"Uh.. Never.” He ran his hands through his hair and made a low grumbling noise. Kent turned his head towards me. "I love you, Elly."

I held up my wrist to show him my tattoo. "I know."

"Are you gonna play or what, wench?” Kent stuck his tongue out at me and chuckled.

I gasped and stood up. I sat next to him after hitting the top of his head with a pillow. "Did you just call me a wench?”

“Yeah!” Kent laughed and turned his head to me. "You need to catch up."

I raised my eyebrows, "Catch up to what?" I picked up a controller and looked at the TV. A mini game popped up, and it was Kent vs me again.

He sat up with his controller and tried hard. I beat him. "You drink more than I do. You have to at least be as fucked up as I am.”

I grumbled as I took a tiny drink, “But I want to remember you like this."

Kent smirked as he looked at the screen. Three rounds left to go.

"Crap,everything is double." Kent played through on his turn and landed on a Bowser square. "Hah! Suck it! Double the double drink!"

I laughed and tipped back my beer four times, really only taking one gulp. "Alright, punk.” I took my turn and landed on a star. "Ugh." I picked up two jello shots and sucked them down.

Kent went with two rounds left. He got us started on another mini game. I won this one too. Kent was snickering.

I sighed and finished off my beer and then bent down to get another. "Enjoying yourself?" I popped the top and set it down loudly on the table. My turn was a Bowzer, and I grinned smugly.

"Having a blast,” his mouth twisted into a drunken grin as he picked up the beer. He took four different large drinks and shook his head. "Belly can't take much more, too much in it. Wait! I'll be back!" He stood up from the couch and swayed a little as he made his way towards the downstairs bathroom.

I laid down, one arm over my eyes, the other on my stomach, "Oh god, Elly, what have you done?" I said to myself.

Chapter Twenty-Nine