Most Definitely Maybe

“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.