Bab 19: Birth Of An Idea

“ Game, set, match bitch!” Julius shouted as he threw the white ping pong ball in a single red plastic cup. Groaning I removed the ball, picked up the cup, and drank the Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey. Once I finished I stumbled away from the table, having been properly beaten by the big Australian.

“ Want to go again, Josh?” He asked, indicating to the table. My head was dizzy and the activity from the party going on at Trey’s house wasn’t helping. The man had done well for himself, he had an elegant two-story marble home and had a few connections with notable people. Thus he frequently threw parties that quickly grew out of hand. I made my way over to the couch, intent to just sit there for the rest of the night. Julius had dominated me in a game of beer pong as he often did. For some reason, every party Trey threw, Julius and I played beer pong despite the fact he always kicked my ass.