Thoughts of a Dirty Young Man. Part 3.2:
Josh and Jason dragged me by my arms all the way from the bedroom to the parking lot outside the house. As soon as I stepped through the front door, lights blasted into my face, a roar from a hundred people sounded, and everyone clapped at me.
As my eyes got used to the bright lights, I saw that a single table had been set up in an arena. On either end of the table, there were 10 red cups. Someone smacked my back. Mike stepped to my side, smiling. The crowd was still cheering, so I couldn't hear what he was saying to me. I smiled back and nodded and we took our places on the opposite side of the table from Josh and Jason.
The rounds were quick and the teams evenly matched. Sometimes J and J took the lead, but Mike and I regained the tie within two rounds or less. At the final two cups on either side, both parties were drunk. As in, both teams had to support themselves against the table in order to stay standing.
I looked at Mike. He looked at me. It was our turn. We each had our ping pong ball, ready to throw. I nodded at him, indicating that he should start. He took a deep breath. Aimed. Another deep breath. Then threw. The ball moved ever so slowly. It bounced once. Then, just at the peak of the arc, we could se it. It was gonna land in the cup. J and J saw it too and they were already closing their eyes, hoping for the best.
A drop of beer flew out of the cup as the ball landed dead square in the middle. Mike and I exploded with joy, and so did the crowd. From the corner of my eye, I saw someone coming closer to the table, through the crowd. A familiar head of hair. Her eyes, I knew them from somewhere.
I don't remember when she kicked me in the balls, I only remember lying on the asphalt in pain, and watching her amazing ass walk away.