“So what do you think?” Astrid asked.
I
looked around the little restaurant and smiled. “It’s cozy. Like a café but…
not.”
“How
beautifully descriptive; I feel like I should write that down to make millions
off it later.”
I stuck
my tongue out at Astrid and she rebutted by throwing her straw paper down my
shirt. “Ten points for me! Aren’t I fantastic?”
“I beg
to differ,” I smirked.
“Okay,
Pain-in-the-Ass, I propose a drinking game while we wait for our mac and
cheese.”
“A
drinking game? At six in the evening? In the middle of a restaurant with children two tables over?”
“Where’s
your sense of adventure?”
I
sighed. “Obviously with my sanity. Okay, how’s this game go?”
“Well,”
she nonchalantly pulled out her flask and began pouring vodka into her orange
juice, “I ask you a question and you either answer or drink. If you answer, I
drink. We don’t need to down the whole thing; the point isn’t to get drunk,
it’s to loosen your lips.”
“Sounds…
well it sounds like your mischievous little way of finding out too much about
me. But I’m up for it if you ask the first question.”
“Fine,
Ms. Pain. First question…” she bit her lip as she pondered. “Favorite book?”
“That’s
a lame question, but there are too many to chose from.”
“Good
answer,” she took a sip of her orange juice and our game had officially begun.
Fifteen
minutes of waiting for our food later, our lips were certainly loosening.
“Okay,” Astrid gave me a mischievous glare, “Have you ever been in love before?”
I drank,
too ashamed to admit I only had crushes from afar. “How far have you gone with
a guy?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
“All
the way, bitch!”
“You’re
not supposed to drink if you answered!”
“It was
for emphasis. So, are you straight or not?”
“Undecided,”
I shrugged.
“It’s
not a goddamn major. That’s a total bullshit answer. Drink!”
“Fine.
What about you? Are you gay, straight, bi, none of the above?”
“I am a
pansexual,” She grinned proudly.
“Sounds
lovely,” I drank, noting to myself that I needed to ask Renolds what that was…
“What
did you think of our little escapade?”
“You
mean…”
“You
know what I mean. And don’t you dare drink,”
“Well…
It was…nice.”
“Would
you be okay if it happened again?”
“Hey!
It’s my turn to ask.”
“You’re
welcome to ask anything you’d like after you answer my questions in full. So,
would you be okay if it happened again?”
“Most
definitely maybe,” I grinned, downing the rest of my vodka spiked orange juice.
