"Buzz?" Jessie repeated.
The confusion was spread across the bar. Buzz wasn't a game good for finding a winner and loser since it's endless. The game is simple enough though: the players go in a circle and count from one to infinity, or until they get bored. When the number is a multiple of seven, the turn player says "Buzz" instead of the number. If a player misses the buzz, or if they say buzz on a number that isn't a multiple of seven, or loses track of the count, then said player takes a drink. That's it. No method of victory is involved, it's usually a game between friends and yields a fairly low buzz factor. The choice seemed totally bizarre given the build up.
Lauren continued, "Well, there are few differences. First of all, the Bizz rule is in effect. Second, the direction changes with every Bizz and Buzz. Third, we'll be drinking with blue rocket fuel instead of beer. And fourth, with the new drink, we only stop when either of us is too drunk to continue, which means anyone can jump into the game."
The Bizz rule is just like the Buzz rule, but for multiples of 11, making multiples of 77 a real challenge. Normally, a player can position themselves in a circle to ensure they never hit a Bizz or a Buzz, but the change of direction and the allowance for new Players makes this impossible. And now that the buzz factor was made by shots of blue rocket fuel, a drink made of over-proof rum, vodka, and blue curacao, the buzz factor was guaranteed to soar higher than a kite. With these rules and Lauren's preparations, the game was a lock: Jessie would fall over drunk as a skunk.
Even though the game seemed simple enough, Jessie remained wary. After her elementary school moved off of addition and subtraction, math hadn't been Jessie's strong suit. Even today, Jessie's math grade was predominantly made into a B+ through a cheating ring she set up for quizzes and tests and copying homework. She could make it to 77, but after that it would be a real test. All she had to do was pay attention.
While the crowd gathered and the bartender prepared the drinks, Lauren pulled out the 50 she needed to ensure Jessie's defeat. She was careful to use predominantly small bills, with the largest being the lone 10. Lauren handed off the 50 to the waitress she spoke to before, and received a thumbs up in return. Ensuring Jessie's loss required only to ensure Jessie lost count, and for this, she bribed the waitress to sit behind Jessie, count her tips, and constantly lose count due to the game behind her. Jessie couldn't possibly keep the count with this going on behind her.
Due to all this work and the fairly small circle, the game only made it to 97 before they found Jessie under the table. She was out of the game, but she wasn't out cold, and only a hand would be able to get her off the floor. All Lauren needed now was the final touch to complete her plan.
"Okay, game over," Lauren called. "Come on, Jess, let's get you up."
Spouting words of phony encouragement, Lauren reached down to pick up the drunken girl. While her right hand grabbed Jessie's arm, her left hand made its way to her skirt, unfastening the button and pulling apart the fly. One good tug got Jessie off the floor, allowing the whole bar to see her skirt slide back to the floor in time to the shaking of her legs. And the alcohol left Jessie unaware of her state of undress despite all the comments on her toned behind.
A slight shove from Lauren got Jessie moving forward, and the skirt around her ankles sent her lunging forward. She would have collided with another occupied table had it not been for a tug on her black g-string. Even though Jessie had been spared from falling, her feet remained entwined in her skirt, and a soft ripping of cloth and the sight of Jessie's bald nether regions told everyone what was dangling from Lauren's right hand.
"Easy, girl," Lauren says, continuing her act. "There's a lump in the floor here. You need to step over it. Like this."
Instead of demonstrating with her own leg, Lauren picked up Jessie's left leg. Once it was free of the skirt and back down on the ground, Jessie was doing the splits and making her slit even more obvious. She steadied herself on Lauren and repeated what Lauren showed her on her right leg, leaving Jessie dressed in only a crop top and cowgirl boots.
"There you go. Now let's just get you to the booth so you can't fall down as easily."
The duo began their trek with their arms around each other. The only difference was Jessie wrapped her left arm around Lauren for support, whereas Lauren was sliding her right arm up Jessie's crop top, raising the garment up to Jessie's shoulders. Not even the occasional pinch on her butt or gentle grab at her boobs aroused Jessie of her nudity, they only aroused her nipples to attention.
After taking the scenic route to the booths and letting Jessie's pencil erasers point to everyone at least once, Lauren pulled Jessie's shoulders, forcing her rear into the seat and her shirt over her head. With her arms at her side to steady herself and her legs spread out for comfort, the only things between Jessie and the bar was a thin table just below her titties and a pair of boots that didn't even reach her knees.
Lauren concludes her show of false concern, "Just wait here, have some drinks, and then head home, okay? Oh, and don't forget to pay the bartender for the shots."
Jessie's skirt joined her thong and crop top in Lauren's hands, and the four of them made for the door. In addition to revenge, this was also an experiment. Jessie claimed her cowgirl boots were lucky, having worn them when she met Ryan, when the results of the try outs were posted, and when she got several top marks in classes she always found difficult. Lauren never bought into it and was always trying to prove it to Jessie, bringing up all her hard work on those occasions and the instances of bad luck that also came with the boots, such as the time she tried giving a drunken striptease, but Jessie only focused on the good luck. Now was a chance to eradicate any doubt. She'd already gained a two point lead by causing Jessie's loss and stripping Jessie so easily, and the night was still young.
After leaving the bar, Lauren...
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