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I didn’t want to attend the party, but promised my roommate who thought I should meet “real men” instead of library geeks.
I arrived late, purposefully. The girls were inebriated, the guys barely drunk.
“Nice party,” I said.
Dave, the host, smiled. “You’re in time for the last round.”
“Toss the olive in the vodka. Miss. You drink.”
“If I don’t miss?”
“You’re going to do it?”
I nodded. I saw several of the guys hand over money to Bill, my library geek.
Someone gave me a bowl of olives.
“Do you want to practice?” Dave asked.
“No. Let’s get this done.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.”
I landed the first olive in the glass. Dave’s eyes widened then he drank. I repeated my performance until all the guys had their turn.
“Don’t you guys have to throw?” I asked.
Let it not be said that the frat house boys refused to play the game right. Each missed.
“How?” Bill asked.
“Remember I told you my big brother schooled my little brother and me on how to win all the carnival games? I was goldfish girl.”
end 3/4/2017 (197 words)