let's play a game
hehe, I made a new animation a while ago and realised that this was probably the only place where people would actually care. it's something bad is happening reprise, Why? because I like putting myself in pain ;)
Let’s play a game…
Whizzer’s smile was almost manic as he stumbled forward, his nostrils flared as he stared directly into Trina’s eyes, cold and heartless.
He slammed the bottle down in the centre of the small circle.
“I think you’ve had enough.” She said, her voice barely reaching across to him.
Whizzer chuckled darkly, looking back up into her line of sight. “ ‘s not for me.” He said, the passive aggressiveness soaking his words with the alcohol. He almost tripped over Cordelia, falling suddenly onto his ass, a spike of pain running through his back. “let’s play a game..” he slurred, not even bothered by it.
“I’m not drinking.” Trina replied bluntly, turning to Marvin, pleading silently with her eyes for him to walk her back to her dorm room.
Whizzer laughed, a grating and chilling noise no one in the room had heard before, “what are you, a fucking pussy?” he asked, swaying so violently that Cordelia put an arm onto his shoulder to centre him. He shook it off.
Drunk Whizzer was mean. Drunk Whizzer had no filter. Drunk Whizzer scared Marvin.
“Whizzer, if she says she doesn’t want to drink, she doesn’t have to.” Mendel said, his eyebrows knitting together as he wondered why Marvin wasn’t defending her. He had never seen Whizzer like this before, this was the result of months of pent-up anger and frustration all coming to play.
“fine.” Whizzer brushed his comment away as though it meant nothing, “she can fucking pour.” From nowhere he produced a packet of plastic shot glasses and a bottle of water, clumsily crawling forward as he put them beside the tequila, “game’s Russian roulette but with a twist.” He announced to the group, setting up a circle out of the shot glasses, “we all turn, and the bitch can pour tequila into however many glasses she feels like.” As Marvin went to interject the use of language against his girlfriend, Whizzer snarled, “shut the fuck up Marvin, it’s what you call her behind her back.”
Drunk Whizzer was mean. Drunk Whizzer had no filter. Drunk Whizzer scared Marvin.
“into the remaining glasses she pours water. Then we each take a turn spinning the bottle in the middle and taking the shot it lands on.”
Trina’s sour look was inviting to Whizzer as he leant forward, forcing the bottle into her face. She took it, her jaw clenched, and she shot a pointed look to the guilty faced Marvin.
“what’s the twist?” Charlotte asked, sitting between Trina and her girlfriend, a disapproving scowl being directed straight at him for the amount of alcohol in his blood.
A smirk played Whizzer’s lips, dark and sly as though he’d been planning this for years, “you automatically forfeit if you barf.” He said, “or you can choose to by not drinking. If you forfeit, you have to do one thing. Complete honesty until the last shot is taken.”
Marvin scoffed audibly, and Whizzer’s head snapped to meet him, “Jesus Whizzer, that’s it?” he asked, rolling his eyes at the simplicity.
“the point is that it’s a forfeit, a mercy… unless you have something to hide. Once someone’s forfeited you can ask them anything.”
“what stops me from lying, huh?”
“your dignity. Your pride, everything about you Marvin. Admit it, you’d love for everyone to know your dirty little secrets, I’d sure love mine out there.” He made a random overzealous gesture in the air.
The air erupted into gossiping.
“you’re playing.” Trina hissed to Marvin, loud enough that Whizzer could hear over the underlying whispers between couples as he crawled back to his spot. “okay, close your eyes.” She said above the noise, Whizzer seeing one final sharp look directed to him before he closed his eyes, swaying side to side.
She poured, filling every glass with the potent alcohol. She needed Marvin to tell the truth, she needed to find out who the bitch was.
“okay. Who goes first?” she asked. Whizzer snatched the bottle from her, placing it in the middle.
“how about Marvin?” he snapped. “go on babe,” he said, sarcasm lacing his words, “why don’t you have a go.”
Marvin looked as though he was a deer caught in headlights, blinking rapidly as he shot side eyes at Trina, “fine.” He spun the bottle, looking Whizzer straight in the eye as he took a tequila shot.
“fine.” Whizzer replied, smiling through gritted teeth.
Charlotte and Cordelia shot each other a look, Charlotte leaning in and in a low warning voice, whispered, “Whizzer, I have never seen someone so fucking close to revealing other people’s secrets. Shut the actual fuck up and watch your mouth.”
“watch your own mouth.” Whizzer hissed back, “it’s yours.”
Charlotte rolled her eyes, “I’m not playing, I’ve had a couple of beers and I’ve got a surgery practical in the morning.”
“fine. Guess you’re forfeiting.”
“fine. Cordelia knows everything anyway.” Charlotte shot back.
“actually-“ everyone turned to look at Trina, Cordelia’s hand pausing as she gripped the bottle. “-I want to ask something.”
Charlotte’s passive aggressive smile wavered slightly, “okay…” she said, glancing at Cordelia, who just shrugged, taking a tequila shot and scrunching her nose.
Whizzer rolled his eyes, spinning the bottle.
“do you know who Marvin’s cheating on me with?”
A sudden silence swept through the room, the only noise being the bottle rubbing against the rough carpet.
Marvin’s arm, that was lazily around Trina’s shoulder, suddenly fell.
A lump formed in Whizzer’s throat.
Charlotte’s eyes gave her away, flicking quickly from Trina to Marvin to Whizzer to the floor in less than a millisecond.
“I do.” She whispered.
Trina smiled gently. “will you tell me?” she asked.
The room could hear the pain in her voice, the way it wavered and became slightly higher in pitch as though she was going to cry.
Whizzer took a shot, passing the bottle to Mendel.
“I don’t think it’s my place.” Charlotte replied.
There was a long, tense silence.
Charlotte got up, stretching skyward “I’m going to bed.” She said quietly, bending down to kiss Cordelia on the top of her head and left, leaving them in a heavy silence, the one secret they all shared out in the open.
“it’s your fucking turn Mendel.” Whizzer said, interrupting the tenseness of the air as he forced the bottle in his direction.
Mendel shook his head, “not playing.” He said, stunned like the rest of them.
“fucking pussies, all off you.” Whizzer muttered. There was silence again, “fine, I’ll ask you what everyone else is thinking.” He said, shrugging off the dirty looks he was getting. “when are you going to man up and tell Trina you fucking like her?”
As Whizzer said it, Mendel turned a bright red, and Trina’s head snapped around to watch his reaction.
Marvin growled, “that’s my fucking girlfriend man.”
“who you’re cheating on.” Whizzer butted in like a malicious pixie, “and most of us know who with. Be careful Marvin, be very careful.”
“is- is that true?” Trina asked.
Mendel avoided her eye contact, picking at his fingernails, regretting that he didn’t drink.
Whizzer laughed coldly, “ it’s very true, why don’t you tell her Mendel?”
“you’re a psycho Whizzer.” Mendel muttered, “why are you pitting us against each other?”
Marvin took a shot, passing the bottle to Cordelia.
“why? I’ll tell you why, I’m sick to the teeth with you treating me like your ‘gay toy’, all of you. I’m either the gay best friend or the sexuality experiment.”
Cordelia spun the bottle, taking a shot and passed it to Whizzer, whose face was shaking violently.
“sexuality experiment?” Trina whispered, “who’s using you as a sexuality experiment…”
Her eyes widened and a hurt look flooded her face, her eyes filling with tears. Her head turning to Marvin.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Cordelia said quietly, not wanting to be involved in the storm that was about to erupt. She got up, a silence in the room she didn’t want to upset as she left, the door clicking closed behind her.
They all sat in silence, Trina beginning to cry and Whizzer smirking across at her.
Marvin stared at the shot glasses in front of him. “I’m going too.” He said, getting up.
But Whizzer stumbled after him, pushing him out of the way and shielded the door with his body. “you’re forfeiting. I think Trina should know the truth.”
“get out of the way Whizzer.” Marvin scoffed, shoving him hard.
He clung to the frame, “I’ll tell her.”
“move.”
“your boyfriend’s been fucking me in your bed, and everyone knew except for you.” He gasped as the slap left a bright red mark on his face, his eyes widening in disbelief as he brought a hand over the stinging site.
Then he laughed, a sound as cold as cutlery scraping a plate.
“hit me again daddy, I dare you.”
“fuck, let me go Whizzer.” Marvin begged, not even a sorry look in his eyes.
“why, so you can be a coward and hide from Trina?” Whizzer’s voice was rising slightly, “face her Babe… face her.” He used the pet names against Marvin, the names that always made him uncomfortable.
Trina looked as though she was about to throw up, leaning on Mendel as he sat stroking her hair. “no, it’s fine.” She whispered.
“for you maybe, but not for me.” Whizzer was on the brink of yelling. Marvin tried to push him again, but Whizzer leapt at him, forcing him to the ground, straddling as he held Marvin’s arms above his head, “imagine how insulting it felt for me to always be your second choice.” His voice wavered as he struggled to keep his arms down, “how you always try to make me into your perfect woman, how you always told me I was never good enough.” Whizzer suddenly broke into tears, “and how you never told me you loved me back, and now I- now I feel stupid.”
He stopped struggling, instead just sitting on Marvin’s lap, tears streaming down his face.
“because I love you, I fucking love you.”
There was a pause and in the wane, Trina and Mendel left, unnoticed.
“you… you do?” Marvin asked, sitting up onto his elbows, his eyes wide.
Whizzer looked away and nodded, sniffling ever so slightly.
There was a long pause where Marvin just gaped at Whizzer, until he finally closed his mouth, swallowing before he replied, “I love you too man.”
Whizzer snorted, “when you add ‘man’ you sound like a dick.”
“you’re a dick.”
“don’t lie, you love my dick.”
“I do. let me help you to bed, you’re wasted.” Marvin said, and Whizzer rolled off of him, giggling quietly.
Marvin held his hand like a child as he led Whizzer to the small sink, brushing his teeth for him, small tears prickling in his eyes as he tucked him into bed.
He fell asleep almost instantly, holding tight onto Marvin’s hand as he curled up in a small ball.
“you won’t remember any of this tomorrow, and it’s probably better if you don’t. I love you, even if you’re a prick, but I know that you’ll run out on me if you remember telling me you do as well.” He breathed out sharply, wiping his eyes quickly, so he wouldn’t cry and kissed Whizzer’s forehead, smelling his hair. “love you Whizz.”