'A game of chicken!' We all rolled our eyes and groaned. I sipped my beer and asked, 'Well what is it if it isn't risque?' The guys chuckled. 'No no, I swear this ones different! Come on, Dante, you want to, right?' He recalled all the dirty party games he would get them to join. 'Ugh, no, I know what your games are like,' replied Eddie. 'Who wants to play a game?' He took a swig from his bottle and stood with his other hand in his coat pocket.
The flames danced in the salty wind, skewing our faces in shadows and warm light in the dark of the night. We sat around the bonfire taking in the warmth away from the chilling sea breeze. Everyone in our circle wanted to get together before some of us would move away to college. We were all out drinking on the beach after graduation.
