Prose Challenge of the Week #40: Write a story about a drunken one-nighter, written out of gender. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge

Randy

The hosts sent me down to open up the lake cabin, because I knew where to find the key. I didn't drink anything on the way in because I wanted to save some for the others - once I start, I don't stop till I've doublechecked all the empties. While I could still flick my bic I laid a fire (fast and hot) in the barbecue pit, then I got lit too.

By the time guests began arriving I was hanging happy, playing with myself a guessing game about who I could convince to try me on for size before the morning. What about her - she came by herself - nah, maybe that means she comes by herself. How about that couple over there - they brought a couple of little kids with them - proof, I suppose, that they know how to do it - but they look pretty content with each other. Ooooh whooooo's THAT??? Longsleeve rashguard, midlength trunks, and eyes that are looking me o-ver. Ye-esssss for that I'll get up and poke the fire.