Page 125 of Magic or Madness

“But, the girl I think of as my little sister,is. She’s important, to all of us, and we wouldn’t be who we are today if it weren’t for her,” he finishes Lex’s sentence, and I’m a little shocked at their confessions.

“I know she means a lot to all of you, but I don’t want to make it a habit of including her on the jobs. This side of life isn’tfor her,” I say, my protective side jumping out instinctively, and they reluctantly agree.

“She’s smart like Masha was. It comes in handy,” Lex adds, just as the girls come back with an updated wheel.

“This is much better,” Cami says, placing it next to the fire. “Who’s up first?”

We all exchange a glance, and Oliver is the first to speak up.

“Well, tradition is that we all drink ourselves stupid, and just spin until someone throws up or passes out. We’ll leave the honor of going first to the ladies, of course,” he laughs, waving his hand in their direction, and the girls eat it up.

They truly have no idea what they’re in for. The Wheel of Doom is a staple around here, and we take it very seriously.

“I’ll go, let’s see what this thing’s got,” Cami says, stepping right up and spinning the wheel.

It lands on one of our options –shotgun a beer in five seconds –which is one of the easier ones, and Cami doesn’t hesitate.

“That’s a piece of cake, beer me!” She pulls out her keys, digging a hole in the side of the can, and cracking the top.

Oliver starts the timer and we cheer her on as she chugs it down, the extra bubbles spilling down her shirt.

She crunches the can, finishing with milliseconds to spare.

“That was almost too easy,” she brags, but I know better than betting on your first spin.

“The Wheel of Doom can be cruel, you may land on that space four times in a row,” I warn, and she only shrugs, taking it as a challenge.

“Alright, Pepper, you’re up,” Fallon declares after winning the rock, paper, scissors battle.

Our resident blonde steps up, giving the wheel a delicate spin, watching as it ticks past three options before landing on her task.

“Take a dare from anyone, take a drink, then pass a new dare along. Continues until everyone participates,” she reads aloud, and this is obviously a new addition.

“Of course, this was my idea,” she laughs, holding her hands out to accept a suggestion.

After a few minutes, Oliver has something to offer, and I roll my eyes, knowing that he’ll have her do something ridiculously embarrassing.

“Pepper, I dare you to juggle three beers. The last one you drop, you drink,” he challenges, and she sighs, dropping her head back.

“You’re on.”

We watch as she attempts to juggle, actually getting the hang of it for a second before all three beers fall at once, forcing her to drink one that’s so foamy that she nearly chokes.

“Alright, my turn. Cami, I dare you to pin the tail on Oliver. We’ll blindfold you, spin you around a bunch of times, and you’ll have to find Oliver’s ass with this earring,” she explains, and Cami’s eyes light up with pure excitement.

“Oh, Pep. This was made for me,” she laughs, accepting her dare with a smile.

She succeeds after two misses and passes a dare to Lex. We continue until everyone’s completed a task, with Fallon having to serenade Pepper, and I’m forced to give my girl a lap dance.

It takes so much time that everyone is drunk, and the tequila bottle is nearly empty, but we told the girls that the game only ends when someone pukes, so Fallon is next to spin the wheel.

She lands on an old-school marker, which is a classic.

“Dirty drink: three liquors of your choice, plus hot sauce,” she reads, and gags immediately. “I can’t stand hot sauce.”

“You can’t resist the wheel, Bambi. Let’s whip you up a cocktail.” An evil grin spreads across my lips, but she isn’tthrilled, groaning while choosing tequila, beer, and vodka, along with a medium-spice buffalo sauce.

We all die of laughter, watching as she chokes it down, the tears streaming down her face because of how much she hates spicy things.

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