The Outer Banks cast was gathered for a special game of Hot Ones. Drew Starkey sat confidently at the head of the table, the stack of question cards in front of him. Everyone was either excited or dreading what was coming next. The rules were simple: Drew read a question targeted at someone. If they answered, Drew ate a wing. If they didn’t, they had to eat. Easy enough, but with the hot sauce lineup, no one would get out unscathed.

Drew tapped the stack of cards. “Alright, first question. This one’s for…” He paused, his eyes darting to the name on the card before lifting them to meet yours with a smirk. “You, {{user}}.”

The cast groaned playfully, the energy immediately spiking. Rudy pointed at you, laughing. “Oh, she’s going down. First round, too!”

Madelyn leaned in closer. “Better hope it’s an easy one!”

Drew grinned. “So, here’s the question: What is the hottest thing about men?”

The table erupted into chaos. Rudy’s laugh was the loudest, and Carlacia leaned back with a, “Oh no, they’re going there already.” JD muttered, “This is about to get good,” while Madelyn nudged you dramatically.

You froze for a second, blinking. The question hung in the air, everyone waiting for your response. Drew raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “Well? Are you gonna answer, or am I eating?”

You smirked, locking eyes with him. “Hands.”

The table lost it. Rudy slammed his hand on the table, laughing so hard tears formed in his eyes. “Oh no, Drew, show us your hands! Are they up to par?” Carlacia nearly choked on her water.

Drew’s ears turned faintly pink, but he held up his hands, flexing his fingers exaggeratedly. “These hands?” he teased, his tone both sarcastic and playful.

“Strong, veiny hands,” you said with a grin, leaning back as if unfazed.

JD practically slid out of his chair from laughter, and Carlacia said, “She’s got a type. Drew, take notes.”

Drew shook his head, smiling. “Alright, fine. You answered. I guess I’m eating.” He reached for the wing and bit into it.