A Tight Drinking Game (Patreon)

Tasha was excited. She and Kat had been spending a lot of time at her flat, but Kat’s flat was… well, no offense to the lovely woman living there, but it wasn’t really… lived in. She didn’t own many movies, she didn’t have any consoles, her book and board game collection was limited to a few erotic novels and a never-been-opened Twister mat, and she had more towels hanging in her bathroom than pictures on her walls.

To put it bluntly, Kat didn’t live in her flat. She slept there, ate (a lot) there, and stored her clothes there. It was nice and clean, but the more time Tasha spent there, the more she realized why Kat used to spend almost all of her time out partying or hanging with friends or at Tasha’s house. Her place was empty with nothing to do other than… well…

A-Anyways, that was why Tasha was glad they were spending the night at her place for once. They usually opted for Kat’s since they could get loud sometimes and Tasha lived with her family, but her parents were renewing their vows in Cancun for the week and her brother was taking advantage of that to stay out as late as he wanted, so they’d have the house all to themselves!

It had been so long since the two of them had done something as simple and pure as sit down and watch a good movie. They used to do it all the time, but they’d stopped recently for some reason. Tasha considered the movie spread before her. Should they watch an old action flick? No, Kat never really cared for those, she’d just watched to humor Tasha. Maybe a rom-com? Ew, actually, gross. Kat was all for those but Tasha got a stomachache from all that mushy, tropey garbage. Hmm… so many choices, so little-

The doorbell rang. Speaking of running out of time, that was probably Kat. Tasha bounced over to the front door, ready for a lovely night of movies and cuddling and cutesy garbage~.

“Sup, nerd?” Kat grinned.

“Sup yourself,” Tasha responded. She glanced downward. “Whatcha got there?”

Kat had two plastic bags in each hand, all of which seemed to be straining against her fingers to fall. She lifted a hand and offered the bags to Tasha. “Just some provisions for tonight. I had a fun little game I wanted to try.”

Whelp, so much for innocent and cutesy cuddling while watching movies. Oh well. Tasha loved cuddling as much as the next girl, but she couldn’t say that she preferred them over her and Kat’s usual ‘activities’. There was a reason why they spent so much time at Kat’s place despite there being so little there, after all.

Tasha took the bags but nearly dropped them immediately. These were freaking heavy! As she stepped aside to let Kat in, she peered into one of the bags. A gallon of whole milk in one, and two two-liters in the other… She looked up at Kat. “I feel like I already know what this ‘fun little game’ is going to be, but maybe I’ll be surprised.”

“I am a woman of mysteries, after all,” Kat teased as she set the other two bags down on the couch. Tasha did the same while Kat seemed to be looking over the movies Tasha had spread out on the coffee table. “So what movie are we watching?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Tasha said back. She glanced at the two other bags. A gallon of tea in one and four one-liter bottles of sparkling water. No surprise there. “We have totally different tastes in movies, so it’s hard to choose one we’ll both like.”

The taller woman walked around the couch and picked up Terminator: Salvation. “Yeah, we do, don’t we? I think this movie’s awful, but you…”

“Oh no, it’s total garbage, but it’s so garbage that it just becomes funny to watch.”

Kat tossed the movie back onto the table. “Point made. Honestly, I don’t think there’s a movie here that we’d both like.”

She had a point. Maybe there was another reason why they’d stopped having movie nights other than getting a new source of recreation…

The slim brunette grinned, then reached into the bag that had the sparkling waters in it. “And that’s why I brought… this!”

She pulled out a deck of cards. She tossed them to Tasha, who nearly dropped them. The curious brunette examined the pack. These weren’t normal cards at all. These weren’t even playing cards. They were for playing a drinking game, it looked like. Ah. Yeah, that would explain all of the drinks Kat had brought.

Tasha looked back up at Kat, who had started to make her way toward the kitchen. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring any actual drinks if this is what we’ll be doing.”

“What, with no food? We’d feel like shit,” Kat said matter-of-factly. Tasha followed her into the kitchen. The taller woman started opening cupboards at random. “Damnit,  always forget. Hey, where are the-”

“Above the toaster, bottom two shelves.”

Kat went to the described cupboard and grinned as she found just what she wanted. She grabbed three cups in each hand before closing the cupboard again. She winked at Tasha. “I can always trust my favorite boo to know what I’m looking for~.”

“Your favorite?” Tasha scoffed. “I better be your only boo.”

“You know you are. Therefore, you’re my favorite~,” Kat teased. She gave Tasha a peck on the forehead as she passed by on her way out of the kitchen again. Tasha rolled her eyes but didn’t try to disguise her smile. She followed Kat back out to the living room again.

Kat pushed the coffee table out of the way and, seeing what Kat was intending, Tasha went to get a few blankets from her room. She came back to find all of the drinks out of their bags and on the table next to the cups. Kat had opened up the cards and was shuffling them with a practiced motion. She stopped when Tasha returned, though, and helped to spread out the blankets on the floor. She glanced up at Tasha while they were doing so, and asked, “Your little bro’s not coming back tonight, right?”

“Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t,” Tasha shrugged. “He’s got his little polycule deal going, so who knows?”

“Yeah, but if he comes in while we’re having fun, won’t it be kinda weird…?”

Tasha plopped down on the blankets, sighing. “He’s already seen us bloated to hell, and he’s heard us going at it, so what does it matter? He won’t use it for blackmail or anything either.” Her eyes glinted and she smirked.  “I’ve got too much dirt on him for him to try anything.”

Kat sat down a few feet in front of Tasha and shivered. “Remind me that we should only have one kid. Having siblings sounds like hell.”

“It’s not that ba-” Tasha’s brain short-circuited. Kids? We? Having? What?

Kat, completely ignorant to the black smoke pouring from Tasha’s ears, resumed shuffling the cards. “Ok, so, do you know how these work?”

“Wha…?”

Kat snickered. “I’ll take that as a no, then. It’s super simple. Here, look at this.”

She flicked a card at Tasha, who jumped as it hit her chest. She grabbed at the card and scanned it several times before the words printed on it finally made it into her brain. There were two questions on it; ‘Kissed a boy’ and ‘Kissed a girl’. She looked up at Kat. “Why are there two statements?”

“You choose one to read aloud,” Kat explained, “Anyone who’s done the thing you read has to drink, including you. We keep going until someone cries uncle. Like I said, simple.”

Tasha nodded. It was. Kat looked at her expectantly. “What?” Tasha asked.

“Well? What does the card say?”

“Oh, right-” Tasha froze. The statements. She could personally attest that they’d both done the second statement, but there was a good chance neither of them had done the first… plus, even if Kat had, that might be dredging up some unpleasant memories…

“Uh… ‘K-Kissed a girl’...”

Kat stared at Tasha for a moment, then laughed. “What, really? That’s one hell of a first card, heh. So, what drink do you want?”

Tasha sighed. “Start me off with milk, I guess. That’s going to get hard to drink later on.”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” Kat said. She looked between the various drinks, then let out her own despondent sigh. “Damnit… why did I even buy milk…?”

“Was it on sale?”

Kat snapped her fingers. “It was on sale.”

“Knew it.”

Kat grinned as she poured out two cups of milk. She handed one to Tasha and kept the other for herself. She held her cup out. “Cheers!”

Tasha chuckled. She tapped her glass to Kat’s. “Cheers.” She brought the glass to her mouth and started to chug. Tasha wasn’t much of a milk drinker, but since she had to, she was at least glad Kat had gotten whole milk. The thick, creamy liquid went down smooth and didn’t taste bad at all. It did sit rather heavily in her stomach once she’d drained the whole glass, though.

“Ahh…” Kat breathed as she set her now empty glass aside. “Right! My turn, then.” She picked up a card and read it silently. After some time, she smirked up at Tasha. “Hey… have you ever seen a movie five times or more?”

“What? YOu can’t be serious,” Tasha said in disbelief. “That can’t be a card. Let me see it!”

“Nooope!” Kat dangled the card just out of Tasha’s reach, a toothy grin on her face. “No showing cards to other players - that’s a rule!”

“That’s a stupid rule! What’s to stop someone from coming up with bullshit prompts just to win, then?” Tasha demanded.

Kat giggled as she started to pour another glass of milk out for Tasha. “If you really care that much, then you can take a look at the cards after the game is over to see if I was lying. I get to punish you if you’re wrong, though~.”

Tasha grit her teeth as Kat handed her her second glass of milk. That was how Kat wanted to play? Fine then. Two could play at that game. Tasha quickly gulped down her milk, feeling it splash into the glass she’d drunk earlier, then pulled a card from the deck.

‘Has a brother’ and ‘Has a sister’. REALLY? FREAKING REALLY!?

“... I pass.”

Kat leaned on her knee, her typical toothy grin now ever-present on her face. “You can’t pass either. You have to read one of the prompts.”

“Where are all these extra rules coming from?”

“If you wanna read them, they’re on the rules card. You wanna see it?”

“... Hmph.” Tasha crossed her arms over her chest. “No, I don’t. Do you have a sister?”

“Nope~!” Kat said in a sing-song voice. As Tasha discarded her card, Kat pulled one of her own. Her eyes flicked back and forth as she read, then they stopped. “Ah, well… I guess this is karma, heh.” She looked up at Tasha. “I don’t suppose you’ve ever been to a strip club, have you?”

“What? No, of course I haven’t.”

“Right? I figured.” Kat set the card down.

Tasha went to pull another card of her own, but she froze as Kat started to pour out a glass of milk. “Wait… have you…?”

“I hung out with a weird crowd for a while,” Kat admitted. She quickly drained the glass, then smacked her lips as she set her glass down again. “I gotta say though, the ladies that work in those places can really move their hips in all the right ways…”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Tasha said as she pulled another card. She smiled as she read the options. ‘Introvert’ and ‘Extrovert’. An easy win. “Would you happen to be an extrovert, my dear Kat?”

“Whaaat? Me? The pretty young lady who goes to more parties than advisor meetings?” Kat gasped, holding a hand to her chest. “Of course not!”

“If you’re not an extrovert, then I’m the British Prime Minister,” Tasha joked. “Take your milk and enjoy it, party girl.”

“Party girl? Ouch. My feelings~,” Kat laughed as she helped herself to her third glass. The milk was almost half gone now between the two of them. Tasha wasn’t even feeling full yet, but Kat’s third glass had left her with a small bulge on her normally flat stomach. It usually wouldn’t have been noticeable, but Kat was wearing a spicy cut-off top that exposed just as much of her bra as it hid. Tasha would ask what the point of that shirt was, but she was too busy enjoying the tiny belly bump Kat had developed. Lovely little bump~.

Kat pulled another card and gave it a read.  “Hmm… Just as a shot in the dark, but… have you ever had a dog?”

“Nope. Dad’s allergic to dogs.”

“Damn, I’m getting all the bad luck now,” Kat laughed as she poured yet another glass. She glanced back to Tasha. “Out of curiosity, what about a cat?”

“We had one for a year, but then we found out my brother’s allergic, so we gave him to a family friend.”

“The cat or your brother?”

“The cat, unfortunately.”

“A damn shame, to be sure.” Kat emptied her glass and let out a small belch. Tasha looked down at her belly. It had gotten a bit bigger~.

Tasha pulled a card of her own. Well, shit. ‘Virgin’ or ‘Popped cherry’. Did she want them both to drink or neither of them?

On second thought, was that even a real question? “Pour another glass, you slut you. I know you’ve had sex.”

“Oh, what a disgrace I am,” Kat laughed. She poured out another glass for herself, then handed the jug to Tasha. She had already drained her entire cup before Tasha even got to start. While Tasha drank, she leaned back on her palms and let out a contented sigh. “I can never get used to how different pure bloating feels compared to stuffing or a mix of the two… everything’s just so much more sloshy…”

Tasha nearly choked on her milk. She sputtered a bit, clearing her throat, then growled, “Please don’t talk about your sloshing belly while I’m drinking.”

“Why not?” Kat asked cheekily, putting a hand on her swollen belly and giving it a little shake. “Does my big, sloshy belly make it hard to focus?”

Tasha’s cheeks started to burn. She quickly gulped down the rest of her glass, then glared at Kat. “It does and you know it.”

Kat snickered to herself as she pulled another card. “Oh, here’s one that won’t bite me in the ass for once. You’re a straight-A student, right?”

“What? No.”

Kat blinked. “What? I thought for sure you were.”

“Nope. I’m abysmal with history and I can barely get B’s in math courses.”

“Well, damn. I thought I had you there,” Kat complained.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m just an average student.” Tasha pulled a card of her own. ‘Owns more shoes than hats’ and ‘Owns more hats than shoes’. What kind of statement was this? Well… Tasha knew which one she was, but her goal was to blow Kat up no matter how many glasses she had to drink in the process, so the real question was… actually, it was an easy question. Kat had never worn a hat in her heathenous life.

“Drink up, Kat. I know you own at least a dozen more shoes than you do hats.”

“What’s the statement exactly?” kat questioned

“What? Oh, uh… ‘Owns more shoes than hats’.”

Kat let out a tsk. “I just barely own more shoes.”

“What, no way,” Tasha said as she poured out another glass of milk for herself. The jug was very nearly empty already. Kat would likely end up finishing it off. “I’ve never seen you wear a hat before. I’ve never seen any in your place, either.”

Kat poured most of the remaining milk into her glass. Only a few mouthfuls were left over. “I own two hats and four sets of shoes. I’ve got a baseball hat for sports dates and a sunhat from an old family vacation to Maui.”

Dang. Tasha had nearly sacrificed her gut for nothing. She chugged her glass quickly and could practically hear the milk splashing down into her gut. She didn’t know why, but that feeling was nearly as exciting as the tightness that was starting to overtake her belly.

Kat pushed the nearly empty milk jug aside and pulled another card. “You prefer pants over dresses, right?”

Another weird one. Tasha thought for a second. “For myself or to see other people wear?”

“To wear.”

“Then yeah, pants, definitely.”

Kat laughed. “Hard same. Dresses can be nice sometimes, but the breeze down there just feels too weird to me.”

Tasha considered the remaining drinks. Sparkling water seemed like a nice way to cleanse her mouth of milk. “I like that breeze. I just like having pockets and not having to worry about my dress getting caught on anything.”

“Those are nice too, yeah,” Kat commented as she poured some coke into a fresh glass. She took a sip, then shuddered. “I’ve been waiting for this. Come to mama, my sweet, sweet soda~.”

Tasha snorted as Kat started to gulp down her coke. Cute little weirdo~. Tasha settled on sparkling water after all, taking her glass down in one go. Drinking something other than milk was so refreshing that Tasha didn’t even care about the carbonation tickling her throat. She let out a soft burp after finishing and patted her belly. She was getting somewhat bloated herself now. Like a fool, Tasha hadn’t anticipated any tum activities tonight, so she’d worn a casual flannel shirt and jeans that were not conducive to a swollen belly. Her tightening clothes did feel nice, though…

It was Tasha’s turn again. ‘Beer’ versus ‘Wine’, huh? Another easy one. “I’m pretty sure I’m right, but you prefer beer over wine, right?”

“You’ve got me again,” Kat chuckled. Another glass of coke went down her throat and she grimaced. The taller woman gave her chest a couple of thumps, then let out a long and low *uuuuurp*. “Jeez, I’m already feeling pretty gassy here. I always forget how much intense soda gets when you chug it.”

“The next card, then?”

“Right, right…”

The game continued like that for a while. Kat’s strategy of singling out Tasha fell flat on its back, usually ending up with Kat drinking alone. Kat apparently knew Tasha worse than either of them thought. Meanwhile, Tasha’s plan of mutual destruction was working wonders. Every chance she had to make Kat drink, she took, even if she hit herself in the process.

Finally, Tasha got to smugly watch as Kat poured out the last of her two-liter into her cup. The bloated woman let out a hefty burp before taking a long drag from the glass. “Ugh… why did I want to do this with drinks and not food…?”

“Because it wouldn’t be a drinking game if we did it with food,” Tasha responded casually. She smirked as she blatantly eyed Kat’s rounded belly. She wasn’t sure of the exact amount of liquid Kat had put away so far, but she’d had over half of the milk, so she definitely had over a gallon in the tank right now. Her tanned belly stretched and round from her own poor plan was a tasty sight for Tasha to see indeed~.

Kat sighed. “You just have an answer for everything, don’t you?” She finished her coke and drew a card, then paused. She gave Tasha a weak smile. “Hey… how about we just drink normally instead? This is taking a while, so-”

“And miss out on winning against you for once?” Tasha asked. “No chance~.”

Kat pouted. “Hmph. You and your competitive streak. You’re still cute though.”

“Do you want to read the card or just take a drink?”

“Maybe not that cute,” Kat said plaintively. She tossed the card in the pile and grabbed the second two-liter, which was orange soda. She cracked it open and filled up her last clean glass. “God, I’m gonna be half gas by the end of this…”

“You could drink the tea, you know. It’s not like we’re gonna be able to finish all of this tonight.”

“You know how much I don’t like tea.”

Tasha blinked. “Well, I don’t like it either. Why did you buy it?”

“What? You get tea all the time at Starbucks.”

“I get green tea. This is black tea.”

Kat rolled her eyes. “Tea is tea and it’s all bad! Why does the color matter?” She took a deep breath, then shut her eyes and chugged down the orange soda. Tasha watched as Kat’s belly seemed to swell out before her very eyes. It was gurgling angrily enough for Tasha to hear even though she was sitting a few feet away, which was absolute music to her ears. Kat hiccuped as she slammed her glass down. “I- *UUUURP*- I dunno how much more I can drink…”

“What, really?” Tasha asked. “Your belly’s still so small though!”

“I… I’m not great at doing pure liquid bloats…” Kat muttered, avoiding Tasha’s gaze.

Tasha, naturally, didn’t waste this chance. “Aw, c’mon! You can’t handle inflating, you can’t handle bloating…” Tasha moved the stacks of cards in front of her aside and scooted closer to Kat. She gave the taller woman’s belly a solid slap, reveling in the noisy round of gurgling she heard as a result. “Is this gut of yours only good for cramming food into, then?”

*BUUUU-OOOOOUUOOOORRRRRP*. Kat panted, then bared her teeth in a sneer. “Getting cheeky now, huh? Who said it was your turn to be top?”

“The cards. Seeing you fail like this just makes me want to eat. You. Up~.”

Tasha gave Kat’s belly a hard push, causing another chorus of gurgles and a few more belches to sneak up Kat’s throat. The shorter woman was snickering to herself when she found a bottle being pushed past her lips and fizzy water getting poured down her throat. She squeaked in surprise and began swallowing instinctively as Kat’s sultry voice reached her ears, “Sorry, but I think it’s my turn to eat tonight, not yours. You don’t mind being the main course for old time’s sake, do you?”

It’s not like Tasha could respond. Kat had cracked open one of the fresh liter bottles of water and was pouring it all down Tasha’s throat. Tasha put her hands on her own belly, clutching it through her flannel. Chugging the bubbly water this fast was making her belly swell unnaturally fast. Her fingers found the buttons to her flannel only to discover that they were being pulled apart, allowing her to feel the smooth, taut skin of her gut between them.

Soon enough, Tasha received some relief as the bottle finally emptied. She spluttered and belched repeatedly, her chest heaving for breath, but didn’t get to enjoy her peace for long. “And now here’s round two-” Kat said as she pushed a second bottle into Tasha’s mouth.

Tasha once again started to swallow. Her gut felt tight and tense from the sudden rapid introduction of so much liquid. Before long, it even began to cramp up, but she kept chugging anyways. The spasms of tension and pain inside of her felt good, and her fingers seeking to soothe that pain felt even better. Speaking of which, Tasha felt another hand start to press into her belly. It seemed like Kat was helping herself to the gut she was making as well.

Though she started having issues swallowing towards the end, Tasha still managed to push through and finish the entirety of the second bottle. Her stomach gurgled violently enough for Tasha to what it over her own panting, then-

*UuuUUUUUUuuUUU-OOOOoOOOOORRRP!* *UuuuUUUrrRRRp!* *BuUUUUOOORP!*

Tasha couldn’t stop the torrent of belches from rising up her throat. Kat just laughed as Tasha tried to find her breath between the burping. “Ha! You can’t eat me up when you can’t do anything other than burp, can you?”

A spark of irritation flicked through Tasha’s brain, then a glint of mischief. She stopped rubbing her own belly and gripped the sides of Kat’s. She gave Kat’s sloshy gut several solid shakes, much to her chagrin. Kat’s laughter turned to shock as she said, “S-Stop tha- *OooOOOuuuuurp!* *UUUuuUURP!*”

Tasha grinned, but then found herself with yet another bottle in her mouth. It wasn’t more water this time, though - it was the tea, which Tasha was not happy about. Annoyed, Tasha scrounged around for the bottle of orange soda Kat had opened. After finding it, she quickly popped it open and pushed the lip of the bottle past Kat’s stupid sexy lips. The disgruntled woman grunted sharply and Tasha could see her throat starting to work as she gulped down the spicy orange liquid.

These bigger, heavier bottles needed both hands to hold up, so both Tasha and Kat’s bellies went unrubbed even as they continued to be carelessly filled to the brim. Tasha could feel her belly stretching to accommodate the tea that was being forced into it, feel her shirt pulling tight across the expanse of her belly. Her jeans were starting to cut into her lower belly as well, making her wince in discomfort. There was so much pressure both inside her belly and out, yet she kept drinking.

Kat, meanwhile, seemed to be having issues. One of her eyes was shut and the other was wincing. She was grunting and groaning in between each swallow as if each gulp was harder than the last. She was squirming in place as well, her arms and legs trembling. Her belly was swelling quickly, getting that telltale sheen from the living room’s light that told Tasha just how tight and smooth it was. Yet, despite all this, Kat kept chugging.

Their drinking game had somehow switched from a card game to chicken and both women were seemingly ready to burst before losing.

Tasha began to moan as the cramps inside of her belly intensified. It hurt so much, but… she had to keep going! She was over halfway done with the gallon! She just had to outlast either Kat or the jug! Just a bit more… a bit more…!

The last of the orange liquid from Kat’s soda bottle trickled into her mouth. Tasha pulled the bottle away from Kat’s lips and was irked to see the sickly yet triumphant look on her pretty face. Tasha didn’t even feel sick, yet Kat thought she was winning somehow? Bull. Total bull. Tasha quickly snatched the half-empty bottle of sparkling water that she hadn’t managed to finish during their card game and crammed it into Kat’s mouth without giving the taller woman a chance to burp at all. Surprise and pain fluttered across Kat’s face as she resumed swallowing, her stomach roaring loudly enough to be heard even over both of their desperate swallowing.

Oh fuck, this was too much! Tasha was so close to finishing, so close to winning, but this was-! Oh God, her belly! It was so tight! So painfully full and tight! Oh fuck! Oh God! She couldn’t fit anymore! Her jeans were going to split her in half! She was gonna pop! Oh FUCK, oh fuck oh fuck oh-!

*POP!*

An immense sense of relief flooded through Tasha as something sped away from her and pinged off of Kat’s overfull balloon of a gut. Tasha wasn’t so far gone as to not realize what that speeding object was. It was a button. Tasha had popped a button from having such a massive gut! Just the idea was making Tasha feel warm and tingly in all the wrong places! Just a bit more tea, and…!

The tea jug fell away from Tasha’s lips just as Kat finished the last of the sparkling water as well. The empty plastic bottles thunked against the blanket below as both of the glutted women clutched their respective bellies, panting and heaving. A loud series of rumbles field the small space between them, and then-

*UuUUUUUUooOOOOOoOOoOROOORRPPP* *BbUUUUUoo-OOOooooORRRRP!* *OOOOooOO-OUUUUUUUURRRRP!* *BuuuUUUUu-OOOOOOORP!*

Neither Tasha nor Kat could speak for several minutes after finishing, every breath being occupied by a belch or a moan. Tasha leaned her head back and shut her eyes, pushing her fingers through the now larger gap in her shirt made by the missing button. Her gut was so hard and tight that she could barely press her fingers in at all. God, just how much had she drunk? Her brain felt too hazy for her to figure it out…

“T-Tash..”

“*HIC* Yeah…?”

Tasha opened her eyes to peer over at Kat. The taller brunette was still a bit green but seemed to be keeping everything down. She was leaning forward, clutching her bare belly tightly. She grimaced. “W-We gotta talk about… what *UuuOrp* what just happened later… but for now…”

What just happened? Oh yeah, the weird tension and the vying for control thing… that was definitely a thing to be talked about… later. “Y-Yeah... but now…”

Kat reached forward and pushed a hand down the gap in Tasha’s flannel and slid a finger into her now shallower navel. Tasha bit her lip and reached out to massage the side of Kat’s magnificent gut. They both leaned forward, their breaths equally heavy, and tasted each other's lips. Kat’s tasted sweet like sugar. Perfect~.

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LATE! I'm so LATE! But it's here! The fic! It's finally here!

You might notice that this is not, in fact, the Marci and PB fic I said it would be. I finally got the inspiration to finish this drinking game fic that's been in the works for ages now, so I took the opportunity to nail it down!

The exclusive fic is still not going to be late. I'll have it up before the end of 5/31 12:00 PST. In dummy terms that even I would manage to understand, it'll be up before midnight in California. 

As you might have figured, that short between this and the exclusive isn't happening quite yet. I'll do my best to have it out sometime before the poll for next month starts, then the second promised short out later in the month.

Oh, and just for those curious: Kat ended up drinking about 6.5-7 liters while Tasha drank roughly 7.5 liters, so Tasha technically won~.