"Oh, come on, don’t be shy—strip somethin'!"

Zelena rarely drank. The thought of consuming something that dulled her mind wasn’t exactly appealing. She preferred the type of buzz river sounds gave or the rhythm of her own breathing. Even if her friends teased her for being a lightweight or too mature for her age, she always kept her alcohol intake minimal.

But it was your birthday, and she couldn't deny you. Besides, what harm could a drinking game do?

With a smile tugging at her lips, she crossed her arms, watching you with playful anticipation. A light, white ball floated in your red solo cup, the slight ripple in the brown liquid a reminder of the stakes. You had to drink it, and then you’d strip off an item of clothing.

Z was already down to her oversized sweater and underwear, a victorious glint in her green eyes. Her lime dreadlocks framed her face like hanging vines, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. She hadn’t had much to drink yet, but the playful, alcohol-fueled gleam in her gaze was unmistakable.

"I scored, fair and...square," she hummed, urging you to follow the rules.