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“You’re not done yet, right?” I asked.
“Not even close,” he said.
We shared a look. He had only put up a tough-guy scowl since I’d known him, but now his eyes were softer. More real, as if the lighting accident had left him too defeated to put up his defenses.
I wondered if anything would happen if the two of us stayed.
Do I want anything to happen?
“Well,” I said in an aloof tone. “I can’t let you drink alone.”
We both smiled.
18
Ryan
I stared at Nadia with surprise, then appreciation. I would’ve continued drinking alone—I was in the right mood to feel sorry for myself—but I was glad I didn’t have to.
And having her to hang out with and share another drink…
Nadia was wearing dark slacks which hugged her thighs and ass, leaving little to the imagination. She was one of those girls who had a nice thigh gap from years of stage dancing and exercise. Her honey-colored hair was up in a hasty swirl at the back of her head, with wisps of hair shooting out this way and that. She was one of the hottest dancers in the show. The kind of girl it was tough to only be friends with.
“So what’s the bartender serving up next?” I asked.
Nadia held up a bottle of sour mix. There was only an inch left in the bottom. “There’s nothing worse than leaving a little bit left in the bottle. Might as well finish it off with some whiskey sours.” She looked over her shoulder at me. “If that meets your approval.”
“I’d drink rubbing alcohol right now if it was all we had. I’m not picky.”
She returned to the drinks. “I’m sorry you had a shitty day.”
“Yeah,” I said, drawing the word out into a long curse. “It is what it is. Can’t be helped now.”
She returned with two tall drinks. I accepted mine and took a long sip. It tasted fucking great. But that might have been because I was already a little tipsy.
“How about we play never have I ever,” Nadia said.
“It’s not as fun with just two people. You end up drinking faster.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” she asked. There was a sparkle in her eye. “Besides, it’s a good way for me to learn more about my fuck buddy.”
Hearing her say it bluntly made my cock stand up and pay attention. She was clearly just joking… but there was a kernel of truth to every joke.
“Potential fuck buddy,” I corrected. “This is still just a trial run.”
“Right, right.” She held up three fingers. “Come on. Put ‘em up.”
The way the game was played was everyone held up three fingers. Players took turns naming an activity they had never done. Everyone else who had done the activity lowered a finger. Whoever lost all three fingers first had to drink.
“Alright,” I said, planting my elbow on the table like I was going to arm wrestle and making my hand into the “OK” symbol, which held up my pinky, ring, and middle fingers. “Never have I ever gone to an American public school.”
When the game was played with only two people, the questions got a lot more targeted. Nadia lowered a finger, confirming what I believed.
“You’ve never been to a public school?” she asked.
“Nope.”
“Let me guess. Home schooled.”
