The Buck Stops Here

We were really really bored. We had another exam left, one that was pretty easy and didn’t want to study anymore. We couldn’t start partying just yet. We certainly were not studying. So what could we do?

 

We had one thing which guaranteed us fun within our rooms. These were the beer pong tables I and my room mate, Alex, possessed. We had both pooled in and bought two. Right now, we were debating a game. We were thinking of who to invite.

 

‘Look at the beer pong tables man, they’re just calling out to us!’

‘We can’t have a party right now Al, we’ll never make it for tomorrow’s exam. You remember the last time, don’t you?’

‘Things don’t repeat themselves unless we do the stupid mistakes. We won’t call Don this time.’

‘We didn’t ask him last time either.’

‘Uhh, right. Well just put away the beer pong tables at one. They won’t be able to play anymore.’

‘And put them where?’

‘In the corridor?’

‘They are beer pong tables, not iron anchors! They will be broken before the night is out.’

‘Then let’s have the game elsewhere and carry the tables back when we want to break it.’

‘And where is that elsewhere?’

‘Hm, Josh’s room?’

‘Refer to previous argument.’

‘Could you repeat it for my benefit?’

‘No.’

‘OK’

 

Alex was silent for a while. I pondered on the color of our walls for the next five minutes. In the meanwhile, Alex got up and got himself a beer.

 

‘Don’t you think this beer would feel better if it was served from a beer pong table?’

‘Is some one having a party?’

‘We can if want, you know. We got the beer, the beer pong tables, as they are called. Specially made for the purpose. What say you partner?’

‘I say drink your beer and shut up.’

‘You’re no fun sometimes, you know.’

‘My girlfriend says that too sometimes.’

‘And you don’t pay any heed to that?’

‘People say a lot of things. The same way you are going on about the beer pong tables. But you need to choose what to listen to.’

‘Did your Dad teach you that?’

‘Don’t involve him. He’s got nothing to do with this.’

 

He was silent for a full ten seconds.

‘Say mate..’

‘Hm?’

‘How do you feel about a game on the beer pong table?’

‘I thought we already discussed that’

‘I was starting afresh. Thought you might feel more positive about it now.’

‘And why would that happen?’

‘Your Dad just got mentioned a while back. I thought you might get that warm family type feeling and say yes.’

‘No, I haven’t got that feeling. Not now and not ever.’

‘The beer pong tables beckon!’

 

I ignored him. The next time I heard him was the next morning when we woke up abruptly. Sometime during the conversation, both of us had nodded off, don’t know who went first. But we got late for the exam anyway. We both stared at the beer pong tables, as though they were responsible.

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