Page 92 of The Vacation Mix-Up
Paul asks the married couple what the most embarrassing moment of their life was, and the woman freezes like a deer in headlights, unable to answer.
Her husband says, “This… now!” and she agrees, mumbling the same thing.
“What do we think?” Paul asks. “Are they telling the truth?”
Almost everyone calls out, “No!”
“The people have spoken, and I’m sorry to say, Iris and Jim, but you are out of the game.”
Riles whispers, “Yes!” and claps.
“You’re such a bad sport,” I whisper back.
“I am not. Their answer was stupid.”
“I don’t know. I think they were telling the truth.”
“Oh well. They’re out. One down, one to go.”
Carlos politely sends the married couple back to their seats with novelty drink bottles, and I’d rather have one of those than my back, crack, and sac potentially waxed at the spa.
“Okay, brothers from Brooklyn, you’re up next. What part of your body do you like the most?”
Darius doesn’t hesitate, flexing his biceps before kissing each of them, Levi turning his back to the audience, lifting his T-shirt, and clenching his butt cheeks.
The raw whale fermenting in my stomach threatens to rise to my throat.
“Damn!” Riles drawls, nudging my arm. “They’re good.”
“Come again?”
“The audience likes them.” She presses her knuckle to her lip. “Shit! We’re going to have to choose dare next to win the audience back.”
Hoping we’d avoid that part of the game until the end, I rub the back of my neck, my muscles rigid. “Great!”
“Stop being a pussy,” she hisses.
“I’m not,” I hiss back.
Paul steps up to us again, crosses his arms over his chest, and says, “Are you sure you’re ‘just friends’?”
We both grit out, “Yes.”
“Goodfriends?” He waggles his eyebrows. “Or friend-friends?”
“We’re just friends,” Riles assures him, her searing eyes all but boring holes into the poor guy’s head.
He raises his hands, and I can relate to the gesture.
“Okay,just friends, what’ll it be? Truth or dare?”
“Dare!” Riles shouts, tilting her head from one shoulder to the other to loosen her neck.
The audience sounds out an “Oooh!” as Paul leans against Riles’s shoulder and winks at her. “All or nothing, huh?”
“Yep.”
“I like you.”
