I rolled my eyes. I doubted there was any part of Charleston she could show Carter that he didn't know about. Carter had been around to watch cities like Babylon and Troy rise and fall. For all I knew, he'd personally helped take down Sodom and Gomorrah.
"So what kind of action did you have in mind?" I asked Carter. As entertaining as Simone's pathetic flirtation might be, I wasn't sure I was up to American History 101 tonight. "I am not playing 'Have You Ever' again."
"Better," he said. Out of nowhere, Carter produced Pictionary. And when I say out of nowhere, I meant it.
"No," said Hugh. "I spent years perfecting my illegible doctor's signature. I've totally lost any artistic aptitude whatsoever."
"I love Pictionary," said Simone.
"I think I have some things to do," I added. I felt a shove on my shoulder and glanced around in surprise, seeing nothing. Then, I knew. Roman apparently still wanted me to entertain him. I sighed.
"But I can stay for a little while."
"Great. That settles it," said Carter. He turned to Peter. "You got an easel?"
Of course Peter did. Why, I had no clue, but after he'd bought a Roomba and a Betamax player, I'd learned not to ask questions. We split into teams: me, Cody, and Hugh against the others.
I went first. The card I drew was "Watergate." "Oh, come on, " I said. "This is ridiculous."
"Don't whine," said Carter, his grin annoyingly smug. "We all take a random chance here."
They started the timer. I drew some remedial waves that immediately got a "Water!" from Cody. That was promising. Then, I drew what I hoped looked like a wall with a door in it. Apparently, I did too good a job.
"Wall," said Hugh.
"Door," said Cody.
I added some vertical lines to the door to emphasize the gate aspect. After a moment's thought, I drew a plus sign between the water and wall to show their connection.
"Aqueduct," said Cody.
"A bridge over troubled water," guessed Hugh.
"Oh my God, " I groaned.
Unsurprisingly, my time ran out before my teammates could figure it out, though not before they guessed "Hoover Dam" and "Hans Brinker." With a groan, I flounced onto the couch. The other team then got a shot at it.
"Watergate," said Carter right away.
Hugh turned on me, face incredulous. "Why didn't you just draw a gate?"
Simone went after me, and I hoped she'd get "Cuban Missile Crisis" or "Bohr's Law." The timer started, and she drew a circle with lines radiating out from it.
"Sun," said Peter immediately.
"Right!" she said.
I glared at Carter. "You. Are. Cheating."
"And you're a bad loser," he replied.
We played for another hour, but after my team got "Oncology," "The Devil and Daniel Webster," and
"War of 1812," and theirs got "Heart," "Flower," and "Smile," I decided to go home. At the door, I heard a wistful sigh in my ear.
"You're on your own," I growled to Roman in an undertone.
I left amid protests about being a bad sport and considered myself lucky when Carter said they were going to play Jenga next.
The drive back to West Seattle was quiet this time of night, and after parking underneath my building, I was happy to see that today's unseasonable heat still hung in the air. Being so close to the water had cooled it slightly, bringing it to a perfect nighttime temperature. On impulse, I walked across the street to the beach, which was actually more like a park: grassy with only a few feet of sand. In Seattle, there were few places that offered much more.
Still, I loved the water and the soft sounds of waves against the shore. A light breeze stirred my hair, and those costly glittering lights shone in the distance. I'd moved here partially to get away from Queen Anne and its regular proximity to Seth, but also because the ocean always brought back memories of my mortal youth. Puget Sound was a far cry from the warm Mediterranean waters I'd grown up near, but it soothed something within me nonetheless. That comfort was bittersweet, of course, but it was an unfortunate tendency of mortals and immortals alike to gravitate toward things we knew would cause us pain.
The water was enchanting, glittering in both moonlight and street light. I stared off at a lit ferry moving toward Bain-bridge Island, then returned my gaze to the lapping waves before me. They seemed to be choreographed into a dance, an alluring pattern that urged me to join in. I might not be able to draw, but dancing was an art I'd carried from my mortal days. The water beckoned, and I could almost hear the music it danced to. It was intoxicating, filled with warmth and love that promised to ease that constant dull ache in my chest, the ache I'd carried since losing Seth … .