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“Mine too,” Zac said, eyeing East’s martini. “Did you even add any to yours, or are you trying to get us drunk so you have a better chance at winning?”
“Are you accusing me of cheating?”
Zac nodded. “Yes.”
“If you wanted your drink a certain way, then you should’ve made it yourself. That goes for you too,” East said to me. “You’re the one who said to not go easy on the rum. Now, back to the game—what are we playing for, clothes?”
Zac scoffed and shook his head. “How about something even more valuable?”
I eyed my TA, who was grinning at me and East over the lip of his straw.“Information,” he said.
So that little Q&A back there had emboldened him. Well, it wasn’t like they’d have a chance once we got going. They hadn’t even played this game before.
“Fuck yes.” East pointed at Zac. “Information. You’re thinking like me.”
“God, I hope not,” Zac said, and had to jump out of the way as East scooped up a bag to throw at him.“I’ll take you on first before the tequila fucks up my aim.”
“Wait, are you saying tequila will affect your ability to get it in the hole?” East hopped up on top of the bar and let out a laugh. “That doesn’t bode well for the rest of the night.”
Zac flipped him off as I took up residence at the other board and tossed a bag in the air. “I believe I’m the only one who really needs to be able to get it in the hole,” I said.
An exaggerated gasp escaped East as he put a hand over his chest. “Professor Kingston’s got a filthy mouth. I approve.”
A smile tipped up Zac’s lips as stood behind what I’d designated as the foul line in the sand. “So for every sack in the hole, whoever makes it gets to ask a question, no holds barred?”
Look at Zac taking up the inquisitive mantle. I wonder what it is he’s dying to know…
Considering I’d brought them both to my island and extended an invitation, there really wasn’t any reasonnotto answer their questions. It wasn’t like I had any dark secrets. I wasn’t actually Batman.
“Deal,” I said before aiming for Zac’s board and tossing the bag. It hit the platform and skidded to the edge of the hole before slowly tipping in.
“Uh oh.” East gave Zac a warning look and sipped on his martini.
I reached down for another bag and pondered what I wanted to ask first. “Where do you see yourself in five years?”
“Opening up a second location of The Cellar under my management,” Zac answered.
“You’re already running one?”
He grinned. “I already answered your question, King. It’s my turn.”He aimed and threw, but tossed it more like a baseball and overshot the board completely.
“Oh God, this is gonna be a landslide,” East muttered.
“Try it underhand. Like this.” I pitched another bag at the board and got lucky again as it popped into the hole. “What’s yourcurrentrole at the company?”
Zac ran his fingers through his windblown hair and automatically went to push his glasses up but then realized he’d switched them out for contacts today. “I’m running the restaurants with my father, so once I graduate I’ll have the knowledge to open a new location in the city, on my own.”
I let out a low whistle. “Impressive.”
“Wait, wait, wait.” East hopped off the bar. “What are you talking about, you’ll open another Cellar? How’d you get that job?”
“My family owns it.”
“What?” East’s eyes widened. “You never told me that.”
“You never asked.”
East sputtered, his hands low on his hips, unable to refute Zac’s statement.
