[ WP ] You and your friends find an old Trivial Pursuit game at a thrift store . As you play it , you realize the questions are slowly becoming more and more personal related to those in your group playing it .

`` What is the smallest species of sloth?'' Jake asked with a laugh. `` Sorry Kate, I do n't think you're getting the'cheese'.'' 
 
 `` Well *that's* where you're wrong,'' Kate said smugly. `` It is the *Pygmy Sloth*.'' 
 
 `` Correct!'' exclaimed Jake. 
 
 `` How the hell did you know that?'' Rebecca questioned. 
 
 `` What? My dad loved taking me to the zoo when I was young. What more can I say?'' 
 
 `` You could say:'*I snuck a look at the cards when you two were busy. I'm very sorry*,''' replied Rebecca. 
 
 `` I did n't cheat!'' Kate shouted indignantly. 
 
 `` Sure.'' 
 
 `` Give it a rest!'' cut in Jake, trying hard to suppress a laugh. `` Guys, I know it's not the same, but it's real good to be doing stuff like this again. It's been too long. Thanks for inviting me.'' 
 
 Rebecca threw Kate a quick look before replying. `` Like this? You mean, arguing?'' 
 
 `` Having fun,'' Jake replied with a broad grin as he rolled the die across the board. He took a sip of the home-made lemonade as Rebecca drew a card for him. 
 
 `` Yeah, it's just *great*,'' said Rebecca sarcastically, wrinkling her nose as she smiled. `` Okay, here we go. History.'' She glanced quickly at Kate again. `` Jake, in what year did the movie Inception come out?'' 
 
 `` That's history?'' Jake asked, raising a questioning eyebrow. `` Sounds more like entertainment to me.'' 
 
 `` It's what the card says.'' 
 
 Jake shuffled uncomfortably for a moment, before answering. `` Twenty-eleven?'' 
 
 `` Final answer?'' Kate asked. 
 
 Jake shrugged. `` It's just a guess. I do n't know.'' 
 
 `` Wrong. Twenty-ten. I really thought you'd know that.'' 
 
 `` Give him another question, Kate,'' said Rebecca. `` That one was hard!'' 
 
 `` No, it's oka-'' Jake began, before being cut off by Kate. 
 
 `` What's the drink drive limit in our country?'' 
 
 `` Guys. Come on, it does n't say'our country'. Let's keep going. Your turn Ka-'' 
 
 `` Answer her,'' Rebecca said sternly as she got to her feet. 
 
 `` I do n't know.'' 
 
 `` *Think*,'' said Kate as she too stood up. 
 
 `` Eighty Milligrams,'' Jake mumbled, his face going red. He took another long sip of his lemonade and avoided looking at his friends. 
 
 `` Correct. Next question. Why did you drive home, with Charlotte in the car, when you were four times the limit?'' 
 
 ``...'' 
 
 `` Answer her,'' Rebecca said, her face like stone. 
 
 `` I loved her.'' 
 
 `` If you loved her, you would n't have driven.'' 
 
 `` We saw a movie. We went for a couple of drinks - not much! We both agree-'' 
 
 `` Final question,'' said Kate. `` What kind of poison has a very faint metallic tang?'' 
 
 `` What?'' Jake asked nervously. He stood up and began backing off towards the door. Jake noticed a strange taste on the tip of his tongue. `` I loved her,'' he said, his voice suddenly quiet and raspy. 
 
 `` *I* loved her. She was my sister. *You* murdered her,'' spat Rebecca. 
 
 Jake tried to reply. Tried to say that he was sorry, that he *did* love her and that he missed her everyday. That he hated *himself* everyday. But his mouth had become parched and words clumsily tumbled over his tongue, never making it out of his mouth. He began coughing as he slid down against the door. 
 
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 /r/nickofnight 
 
 
 
 

