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"Do you want a wing?" Greg asks. "They're mild."
For a brief second I wonder why he's asking. I already told him I didn't want any wings, even the mild ones. At first I decline, but then my good nature and willingness to please takes over my curiosity and I shrug, asking him to pass me the bucket.
I pull out a leg and bite on it. I'm concentrating too hard on the meat and don't notice Greg and EJ laughing next to me. Justin returns to the table, wiping his hands. That's when the spice hits my mouth. It's gentle at first, only on my tongue where I licked the sauce. It soon spreads to my cheeks, and I feel my skin flush.
"Justin, do you want this?" I hold the leg out to him.
"What kind is it?"
"Mild." More laughter from my left. "Greg wanted me to try it, but even the mild is too spicy for me."
Broken with laughter, Greg says, "That's not mild, that's ralph."
Justin drops the leg, making an "ew" noise.
"I thought you said it was mild," I ask Greg, confused.
"Do you see this drink, how it's empty?" EJ says, pointing to the glass next to Greg's elbow. "One is enough for him, and he's pulling tricks on everyone."
"You gave her a ralph?!" Justin exclaims. "No wonder she gave it away!"
I look around, confused. "I have no idea what's going on."
For a brief second I wonder why he's asking. I already told him I didn't want any wings, even the mild ones. At first I decline, but then my good nature and willingness to please takes over my curiosity and I shrug, asking him to pass me the bucket.
I pull out a leg and bite on it. I'm concentrating too hard on the meat and don't notice Greg and EJ laughing next to me. Justin returns to the table, wiping his hands. That's when the spice hits my mouth. It's gentle at first, only on my tongue where I licked the sauce. It soon spreads to my cheeks, and I feel my skin flush.
"Justin, do you want this?" I hold the leg out to him.
"What kind is it?"
"Mild." More laughter from my left. "Greg wanted me to try it, but even the mild is too spicy for me."
Broken with laughter, Greg says, "That's not mild, that's ralph."
Justin drops the leg, making an "ew" noise.
"I thought you said it was mild," I ask Greg, confused.
"Do you see this drink, how it's empty?" EJ says, pointing to the glass next to Greg's elbow. "One is enough for him, and he's pulling tricks on everyone."
"You gave her a ralph?!" Justin exclaims. "No wonder she gave it away!"
I look around, confused. "I have no idea what's going on."