cap ou pas cap

After a night in, watching a movie I loved, we were both inspired by the recklessness of it all. Cap ou pas cap? Why wouldn’t we play games, no?

We decided this was our new thing, and to seal the deal I dug out an old ring I had with runes decorating its surface, mystery seemingly suitable for the setting. We hadn’t specified the rules yet, but we both agreed to be game should the occasion arise. “Who’s going first?” you asked, with playful fire in your eyes. “Cap ou pas cap?” I said with a smirk.

You lingered by the door, peeking out at the busy street around the corner. I laughed by the absurdity of my dare, and this seemed to encourage you for some reason. So I picked up my camera and pressed play as you opened the door and walked out. I had to laugh again at the sight of you as you turned around and gave me a deadly stare. The walk down to 7/11 was short, but seemed so very long as people started to notice you. I followed close behind, making sure to document this idiocy.

When we both walked into the store, high as kites, I felt a weird sense of pride. There you were, in nothing but a thong, asking the clerk if she had chocolate milk She looked at you in disbelief. “I think that maybe you should go put some clothes on.” she said and you played the part of shocked citizen perfectly, disregarding her advise entirely as you marched to the fridge to retrieve the carton of milk.

I don’t know whatever happened to that clip, but it was the beginning of a short series of dumb ideas that I’ll always appreciate.