POV’s Tate
As soon as the game started, I realized how scarily good Philip was at this. I’d never seen him play at the hockey parties before, so I don’t know when he’d gotten so much practice in. Each shot he took made it in. Even Ethan couldn’t keep up.
I had never been much good at pong, but I was determined to at least pull my weight. Especially as Marie started to get the hang of it, and she and Ethan began to catch up.
It was my turn, and we both only had two cups left.
I dipped the ping pong ball into one of our cups–trust me, it helps–before getting into my throwing stance–yes, it is that serious. Biting on my bottom lip, I tested my wrist, trying to figure out which cup I was going for. I was starting to get lightheaded, my focus getting woozy. Ok, I was getting drunk.
“Come o
