Just before stepping out of the bathroom, Jon made one more wish: "I wish that until I say the word, 'fiddlesticks,' anyone in my room will be comfortable with trying new and strange things and won't freak out when things get out of their comfort zone."
Satisfied, Jon re-entered his room. "Jesus man that musta been a helluva dump."
"Haha," Holding up his dice. "How bout a game of Three Man?!"
Blake spoke up right away, as Jon knew he would. "Hell yeah!" Blake was your typical frat boy: popped collar, closely cropped blonde hair, a little heavy in the shoulders and arms from having skipped leg day one too many times.
Alex was a little less enthusiastic, "Aw man I usually just end up fucked, but sure, fuck it." Alex was the tallest of the group, longish messy dark hair and a darker complexion made several woman swoon, but he didn't push it on anyone.
Ethan just nodded and started clearing the table. He was an average dude, quiet until you started putting some drinks in him. Long hair and glasses covered most of his face, but you could always trust him for a perfectly timed pop culture reference.
"It's got a bit of twist though. You all ready for this?" Jon held up both his dice in between three fingers. "These dice are magic."
"Yeah right," Blake rolled his eyes. "Let's get goin."
"I'm not joking here. Not only can we make the other people drink, you can transform them as well."
"What, like Animorphs?" asked Ethan.
"Almost, just one transformation at a time."
"Okay man, sure" Blake didn't try to hide his sarcasm.
"Well how bout this, we play, and we'll see whether I'm full of shit or not."
"Now we're talkin!" said Blake.
Rolling one die to see who would go first, the order was determined. Jon, Blake, Ethan, Alex.
