by Marian Allen
The others applauded and shouted, “Next!”
There was some dispute about that, but it passed.
They all groaned, “Is that the only one you can ever think of?”
“Shut up! It’s the best!”
“Okay, okay. Next!”
Raucous laughter. “Of course – what else?”
Whistles of approval.
“Your turn! You’re last – make it good!”
“Oh, shut up! Stupid game!”
“Come on, come on, don’t spoil it! What’s your theme song?”
“Every time we get together, ‘What’s your theme song? What’s your theme song?’ It’s so damn boring! You make me sick, all of you!”
The rest agreed it was a shame, but Wrath always ruined every Seven Deadly Sins night out they’d ever had. Bastard.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Someone spoils the evening for a group of friends.