Emma shrugs. "I got what I wanted. It's to you, Ryan."
Ryan's expression sticks on Dean. It's like he's a sniper and he's lining up the perfect forehead shot. "Never have I ever lied to a woman about being in love with her."
Dean holds his ground. "You looking at me?"
"Yeah." Ryan stares back at his brother. "You're looking awfully sober."
"I don't have to lie about that shit. I've got a unique charm," Dean says.
Leighton laughs. "Okay."
Walker joins her.
Dean looks to Emma and me. "Back me up, ladies. You'd do me, right?"
Emma laughs. "I like quiet guys."
He mimes being stabbed in the gut.
"And you, Kay?" Dean's gaze flits to Brendon. He's reveling in this too.
I press my lips together. According to Walker, everyone knows. Which means Dean knows too.
This is an opportunity.
I smile back at Dean. "You have a certain charisma."
Dean's smile gets even smugger. "Told you."
Ryan shakes his head. "It's pity. That's it. She feels sorry for you."
"Yeah? Want to hit the clubs and see who's got more charisma?" Dean's voice is a challenge. A playful challenge, but still.
"No." Ryan just stops himself from rolling his eyes. "I have shit to do."
I rest my cup on my thigh and focus all my energy on the amber liquid. This is supposed to be a fun game. The point is getting your friends drunk. That's it.
I hang back for a few more rounds, laughing as the guys take shots at each other. Never have I ever used "That's nice ink" as a pick-up line.
Never have I ever dyed my hair.
Never have I ever worn eyeliner.
Then Dean is standing.
Well, trying to stand. He's well past tipsy.
He surveys the room with the same sniper-like precision as Ryan.
He looks to Brendon. Then to me.
"This may be a suicide mission, but I don't care." He holds up his glass. "Never have I ever had sex."
My fingers slip.
Plastic bounces off the hardwood.
Then my drink is spilling on the floor.