KINGS
I have explained in an earlier blog what Kings is, however I will basically explain the rules. This is a game that is only for people over the age of 18! And no children younger than 16 should be in the vicinity of the game as it can become quite loud and suggestive.
Every card has a drinking penalty.
Ace is the Boss Card, or God Card
2 is for you to drink
3 is for me to drink
4 Ladies of the nights to drink (all female players) sounds like Doors
5 is 5’s alive too complicated to explain, it has to be shown, the loser drinks
6 is for the guys to drink – rhymes with sticks
7 is multiples of 7, if you use any multiple of & you have to drink; instead you have to use any word you choose, like damn, of next or clap your hands.
8 Master of thumbs – the last person with their thumb on the table has to drink
9 Buster Rhymes - make up a rhyme and it goes around the table; the person who breaks the chain has to drink
10 – Toilet Card; this card can be sold for anything as this game can go on for quite a long time
Jack – is make a rule card and everyone besides the Boss has to obey it. Name swop, Fictional Green man sitting on your drink which has to be removed before you can drink; pretty much anything.
Queen – Hail B#$% sounds like ditch. The last person to say it has to drink
King: The first three Kings pulled are simple; the card drawer pours part of their drink into the centre glass.
The last King pulled has the privilege of having to down the contents of the glass. This ends the game.
Ace - This is the Boss Card otherwise known as the GOD card – this gives you absolute power over everyone in the game. You have total power and control of the game until the next ace is called and a new Boss takes over. The trick is to be a really nice Boss as you know you will be paying serious penance if you lost your position to another Ace.
The best is too pull the last Ace then everyone knows that no matter what - all bets are off and anything goes. Whatever you demand has to be obeyed no questions asked and no one is allowed to pull out of the game.
My one friend Tash had the unwanted pleasure of pulling the last King four or five times in a row. This was not planned and she was quite the soldier and drank the concoction down with an expression of sheer disgust. She was poured into bed and was really not that functional the next morning. Our rule is no one drives home when we play these games. Invariably our poor friends land up having to down the Last King.
There was one time we were visiting our friend Shell and her boyfriend and the girls decided we had to play Kings. I was drinking a cream based drink that we call Hooligan Juice similar to Amarula or Baileys and Shell was drinking Vodka and Lime. As fate would have it I pulled the first King and a while later she pulled the second one.
So we dutifully poured our drinks into the Kings glass and the drink curdled and looked totally disgusting. The third person who pulled the King card was Rich and he dutifully poured brandy and coke into the glass.
We all played with hesitation and on this particular game we were down to the last three cards, which would mean I would pull the last King or Bern or Rich. Rich pulled the last King and had to drink the curdled mass of goo. He was very brave and swallowed the gunk like a real champion.
I have no idea what I would have done if I pulled the King as this concoction would have sent my sugar levels through the roof and I doubt very much if I would have been able to do it! Thank goodness this was not put to the test and I heaved a sigh of relief. We played two or three games of Kings during our visit and were really enjoying the evening until….
We were asked to keep the noise levels down in this very posh town house complex as it was 22h00 and this is Quiet Time!
We were warned by the local security guards in his stern authoritative voice. He threatened to fine us R1000 if he was called out again to request us to quiet down. They had already received eight complaints explained the security guard in the sternest voice he could muster.
Our host turned around to him and said;
“When you reach R12 000, please come back!
To which he replied in his most stern voice which was would have been quite funny if it was not so pathetic,
“No sir we will just call the police and by the way what number is your residence.”
Shell who is not scared of anything; sweetly and every so coyly asked him in a voice just above a whisper
“Am I allowed talking this loud?”
This of course was the last thing we needed to hear as we burst out laughing and there went the relative silence once again. We all stood there shoosing each other which of course just made us giggle even more. As the security guard walked off with that defeated walk, our host mimicked him and said “Mike 1 come in, over, click” That was just too much for all of us and we ran inside the house trying to hold our laughter in. Just like school kids in a school hall or a church trying to control the fits of giggles!
I was mortified, however I have to confess that we had just been singing Running Bear with the actions on the front lawn of our friend’s town house and we thought we were very talented. Clearly the neighbours disagreed. We left rather sheepishly after calming down and I drove home as I had been sipping on my Hooligan juice and had in actual fact not even finished my glass.
I am sneaky that way; I sip my drink and make one drink last the whole night. We had to walk in twos so as not to disturb the wealthy and oh so pompous residents in their palatial homes during quiet time!!!
Oh please since when is 22h00 considered quiet time. We are sure they have our pictures plastered on their security check entrance! Horrors of horrors I have to go and fetch my friend from there tomorrow and I am sure I will not be allowed to access the complex!
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