I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, you guys. I’m not that trashy that I can’t cuss for 10 minutes,” I said, taking a big slurp from my mixed drink.
“Okay,” the older of the two said, excitedly grabbing her pencil and pad of paper. “Give us a word that starts with A.”
“Asshole!” I shouted, proud of myself for coming up with one so quickly. Then, realizing my error: “DAMMIT!”
That’s when I knew that this game wasn’t right for me. “Okay, I quit,” I said, finding my straw with my mouth and taking another drink.
My younger niece gave her older sister a look. “Told you,” she said.
I glared at her. “Why did you even ask me? It’s like you were setting me up to fail on purpose.”
Kids these days.