Author’s Note: This is kind of a silly idea. Additional Taylor Swift quote for relevancy 🤣
“B-16!” The caller yelled.
Sylus furiously studied his card. When he didn’t find a match, he cursed and took a shot of liquor.
Meanwhile, I marked the spot on mine.
“How’re you sodamnlucky?” His words slurred together a bit.
“Sylus, this was your idea. You wanted to win that stupid maraca set…”
“Hand. Made!”
“Sylus…”
“They’re my colors, too.”
“Yes they are.”
“I-5!”
“Oh for the love of!” Sylus slammed his hand on the table and took another shot.
I marked my card. I was now in a position to win in several different ways.
Sylus wasn’t the only one drinking. It was part of the rules that if you didn’t get a spot, you had to imbibe. I wasn’t happy with that as I’m not a drinker, but Sylus said he could hold enough for the both of us. I think he assumed he couldn’t get drunk. We were ten calls in and he was wasted.
“G-75!”
I threw my hand in the air. “Bingo!”
Sylus chugged the rest of his shots. He had zero marks on his card.
“Congratulations! Pick a prize from the table.”
“Jus’gotta remindmyself, it’s a charity thing.” Sylus muttered.
I kissed his cheek before going to retrieve his maracas. They were painted black with sparkly purple stars. Wisps of purple caressing the bottom of the rattle resembled tendrils.
I shook the caller’s hand before making my way back to our table.
“Here.” I offered him his instruments.
He took them with invisible tentacles and shook them by his ears. “Soundsnice.”
“I’m glad you like them. Can we get going now before you start desiccating?”
“I amnot desi- desuh…”
“Come on, big guy.” I put his arm over my shoulders and helped him out of his chair.
“Buh…” He groaned as I led him back out to the truck.
“Was it worth it?” I laughed as I shoved him onto the back bench.
Laying on his back, he chook his maracas and nodded. “They sound like rain. Rain is water. I’m thirsty.”
I rolled my eyes. I grabbed a jug of water from the back of the truck and set it on the floor beside him. Taking one of his already-wilting tentacles, I put it inside so he could stay hydrated.
“Alright.” I sighed as I got back into the driver’s seat. “Off we go.”
I felt something slither up from beneath my chair. A tentacle wrapped around my left ankle. I smiled.
Author’s Closing Note: I’m still not 100% sure if Sylus can get drunk or how that mechanic would work, but what the heck. He can for the sake of this silly thing.
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