Okay, so I kind of remember someone else writing something similar to this prompt right around when I got this ask, but I love it, so I took this in a slightly different direction. And when I say slightly I mean ran straight into another AU that no one asked for.Â
guys like you | rated explicit | chapter 1
Whoeverâs idea it was to break the moratorium on drinking games at team parties deserves a bat to the nuts. There was a reason they decided last semester not to play these games anymore. But reason stands no chance against the concentrated power of Evelyn’s famous Jell-o shots. The sheer amount of Everclear-190 that goes into every batch makes sure of hat.
And so, even though she has long since learned to avoid those little jiggly treats, everyone (but mainly Ginny) is now being subjected to Never Have I Ever.
(Itâs cold comfort that her team captain had seemed as wary as she was at the beginning of the night. Thatâs because, judging by his ruddy cheeks and the way heâs grinning at a few of the girls in the circle of participants, Mike Lawsonâs forgotten all about his reservations. And why worry about another brawl, like the one thatâd begun the ban on alcohol-based competitions? Obviously eyeing up some of the ball bunnies in attendance is more pressing.)
In spite of her worry, her fellow San Diego Aztecs seem pretty content with drunkenly over-sharing rather than trying to beat each other’s faces in. Which, on the one hand is good because baseball season is around the corner and the team really doesn’t need another shake up; they’d really only just settled down from her transfer in last year. On the other hand…
Ginnyâs learned far too much about her teammates tonight. And sheâd already known too much in the first place. But tonight, even more dirty secrets have come to light. Like the fact that Salvi was put in the back of a police car buck naked because heâd streaked at his high schoolâs homecoming game and the cops wouldnât let him go back for his clothes. Or thereâs Tommyâs collection of vintage Playboys, Dustyâs impeccable Steve Urkel impression, and Javanesâ admission that his eyebrows arenât all he waxes.Â
Sheâs just taking a sip (âNever have I ever sucked dick.â Which, real original, Hinkley.) when she feels everyoneâs attention turn to the woman next to her.
Evelyn grins mischievously, but doesnât bother to keep them in suspense. âNever have I ever faked it in bed,â she says confidently, as well she should. Itâs her go-to.Â
Stubbs is too busy high-fiving Blip to notice that his girlfriend is taking a sheepish sip from her mixed drink. In fact, most of the girls playing take a hit from Evelynâs turn, though it doesnât seem as if many of the guys notice.Â
Except Mike. His grin fades to a frown, which deepens the longer he watches the women around him tacitly confess to less than stellar experiences in bed. Ginny imagines that his opinion of his teammates is plummeting dramatically even as he tries to calculate how many of these girls he can pick up by offering his services.Â
She snorts to herself, looking down as she tries to clear the sudden bitterness in her mouth. When she looks up, though, Mikeâs attention has drifted to her and heâs got one eyebrow raised, a silent question.
Ginny just rolls her eyes and takes a swig from her too-warm beer.
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