Jesse flipped the card. The face is that of a shade of envious green with the number 11 in bold font. It’s the ‘Little Green Man’ card if it isn’t obvious by the description under the number. It says that a little green man would appear in Jesse’s cup whenever it is his turn to drink.
For a brief moment, the four heard something snicker. A light high-pitched laughter pierced through their ears. Jesse looked around and saw the source of the glass he had prepared. It’s a humanoid… kind of person. A little man about the size of a coin, sitting at the edge of the glass while waving his hand.
“Holy shit! What the fuck is that?” Jesse pointed at the creature. Just as his friends turned their eyes towards the shot glass, the creature disappeared in a puff of smoke. “Did you guys see that?”
“For a second, I did,” Jack said. His eyes are as wide as saucepans. His pale freckled cheeks turned pink and for a second, he felt like his heart was going to fall. “And is it just me, but that thing looked like me.”
“I thought I was the only one who noticed,” Marcus butted in.
While the creature had green-colored skin and wore clothes befitting a pixie, the creature has the complete replica of Jack’s face. It has his twinkling blue wide eyes, soft chin and freckled cheeks, and his signature buttony nose. If the pitch is a little lower, the creature would laugh the same way like Jack.
“What the fuck is going on?” Mitch said. Although, he is kind of relieved that he didn’t drink the freaky liquid. Unbeknownst to him, he absorbed the concoction through the skin which made its effect stronger. “I think we should stop.”
“Are you kidding? Have you ever watched movies with premises like this?” Jesse said. “Ouija. Elevator Game. Battle Royale. If you quit, you’re dead.”
“I haven’t watched those movies but I agree with Jesse,” Marcus said. “We have to see this shit through the end.”
“You gotta be kidding me,” Mitch said. He looked at the bottle of John Daniel’s. It’d take 30 or 40 swigs before they finished the bottle. And there’s none better than he who knows how tolerant his stupid friends are against alcohol.
This is going to be a long night.
“Mitch, you’re next,” Jesse said.
Mitch laid a finger on the stack of cards and picked the one at the top. Whatever card this is, it means nothing. He did not drink the liquid at the start so it won’t affect him, right? He isn’t sure. Even though he didn’t drink the liquid, he still saw the green little guy. Fuck!