Nice Buns (Cheap Thrills 7)

I’d been so sure I’d be better at doing my job than they’d been at theirs, but that shit was no joke.

As I’d been squeezing the foundation, the machine had made my hand squeeze the tube hard, so the mannequin was wearing it in her hair. It’d even hit Sayla. There was also orange eyeshadow leading across her eye and nose and brown eyeshadow trailing up into her mohawk/bangs. The red lipstick I’d applied had ended up looking like she’d been hit in the mouth.

“Poor Cinnamon Tits, she just never saw it coming,” Jacinda sighed.

Thanks to Sayla’s arm shaking and jerking while she’d been applying the color, we’d named her that because she had splashes of the darker dye all over her chest.

“Makes you feel relieved we didn’t go with our first choice,” I sighed.

“What was the first choice?” Alex asked from where he was standing behind us with the others.

“We were going to pull straws to see which one of us would be the dummy while we did this,” Sayla told him. “Dude, why do you look like you’re going to puke?”

Turning around, I saw how pale he was. “Are you okay?”

“I think it’s the mental image of one of you sitting there while another one has their arm jerking around with scissors in their hand,” Tabby said, patting Alex’s back.

“That’s what happened, though,” Jacinda pointed out. “We just used a mannequin so we didn’t cut ourselves.”

Seeing it wasn’t helping, I looked around for a distraction and stopped on a small delivery box I remembered Logan carrying in.

“Hey, what’s in the box you brought, Bex?”

Her eyes lit up, and she rubbed her hands together. “It’s a food challenge. We’ve got four of them, so we need to pair up for it.”

Alex’s arm shot out and pulled me into his side. “I don’t trust you and your friends right now. We’ll do this one together.”

If we’d even had an inkling of what was in the cans, I doubt any of us would have agreed to do it. Unfortunately, you can’t see through metal, and we didn’t find out until it was too late.

With us all sitting in pairs, one person sitting between their partner's legs, we formed a circle on the trampoline. The height of it was better for the tripod and camera angle, and Bex had been adamant we needed to record this one, so we’d all gone with it.

“Okay, none of us knows what we’ve got inside our cans. I don’t even know what’s in them because I ordered a ‘blind food challenge’ box instead of picking specific items,” Bex told us as we all stared at what looked like a tuna can with no label on it.

“What exactly did the website list as possibilities?” Tabby asked slowly, turning it around in her hand. “Are we talking gross fruit, spicy chips, or cat food?”

“I don’t know,” Bex shrugged and then clapped excitedly. “That’s why it’s so fun.”

“Great, I can’t wait,” I said drily to Alex, who looked how I felt at that moment—like we’d rather be eating pizza.

“Okay, so, in the box they’ve included four blindfolds. What we’re going to do is, the person sitting in front of the other one will be blindfolded, and the one behind them opens the can.” She went around the circle, stopping to glare at Logan. “You can’t give away what’s in it, that’s the law.”

“Imagine a sheriff, a sheriff’s deputy, and a detective all breaking the law,” Sayla snorted, then started laughing her ass off. “I’m sorry,” she gasped, fanning her face. “I think it’s the nerves. They’ve got to me.”

No shit. I was laughing just as hard as her.

Once we’d all settled again, Bex continued with the rules. “Once the can’s open, the blindfolded person has to pick it up and try to guess what it is. No one can give any clues, and if you do, you have to take a bite of the item in each can.”

I think we all genuinely meant it when we nodded in agreement. No one wanted to have to do that. “Then, both members of the team must take a bite out of it. If you don’t, we get to choose which one of ours you have to bite instead.”

Tabby raised her hand. “What happens if you refuse to do that?”

I leaned forward and gave her a high five. “Oo, good question.”

“Then we’ll all think up something awful you have to do,” Logan shrugged.

Copying Tabby, Jacinda raised her hand. “I’ll do a haircut with the pads o—”

“No!” we all yelled at the same time. Jesus, that was way too dangerous.

“Fine,” she pouted. “What about doing it blindfolded? I can use my other hand as a guide so I don’t cut into skin or the person’s ear.”

We all looked at each other to see if their opinion on this option matched our own.