"Well," said Jen, "I picked out the game and set up all the pieces, so I think I should go first."
"Don't you think Tiffany should go first?" said Molly, under her breath.
Tiffany looked up. "Oh, that's sweet of you Molly, but I don't mind if Jen makes the first roll. How do you even play this game, Jen, are there directions?"
"Well, it's obvious, isn't it? I roll this die and move my little figure...four spaces," said Jen. "Now I draw a card and read it aloud:
Fortune favors the bold,
In addition to the spaces you rolled.
Move up two spaces and one cup size.
"Seems like it will be a pretty risque game," Michelle chuckled
"What was that about?" Jen moved her piece ahead the extra few spaces, then felt a tightness in her bra. "Hey guys, I know this is gonna sound stupid, but I feel like my breasts just got a little bigger..."
"Bringing them all the way up to an A-cup, I guess," said Lauren, drunkenly.
"Hey, Lauren, how do you ever get those fake tits of yours through customs at the airport? It looks like you're smuggling a couple of cantaloupes into the country." Jen stuck her tongue out at Lauren, Playfully.
"Hush. It's my turn now," said Tiffany. "It's my party and I'll roll if I want to," she sung. All the other girls rolled their eyes, except for Molly, whose eyes were fixed on Jen's chest. They did look bigger...
"Don't roll th..", Molly started, but Tiffany's die had already hit the board.