Take a Breath(13)
“Chicken I think,” I blurt out. He looks on at me disappointed.
“You know you’re making this too damn easy? Drink.”
I slap my hand down on the bar not making it unknown of my frustration. I take the drink and swig it down again. This time the burn is not as fierce as the first one. My head is already feeling a little fuzzy as I’m not used to doing shots.
I try to think of a good question, one that’s just as useless as his.
“Ok, what is your favourite alcoholic drink?”
He smiles again and I feel that this would be hard to answer considering how boring the answer would be. I would think he would pick beer and you can’t get much more boring than beer.
“Well at the moment I’d have to say tequila as I’m having so much fun with you this evening. You make an excellent contender—a little easy, but so much fun nonetheless.”
I huff my annoyance, “This game is rubbish. Why don’t you just take a shot already?”
His lips curve up into that sexy grin of his. “Did you not like my answer then? Are you saying that my enjoying your company is not a good answer?”
He’s good, he’s very good, and I hate him for it.
“You’re determined aren’t you?” I say, annoyed as hell.
He stands there still staring.
“I take that as a no then? Do you want to just take the next shot anyway and avoid the disappointment?”
I nod my head and chuckle. “You’re a little shit, Jake Bennett. Do you know that?”
He brings his finger up and shakes it in front of me.
“Ah, ah now, Ana. We’re just being a sore loser,” he says, laughing. “Right now, where are we? Ok, what is your favourite car?”
That one I find an easy one to answer.
“Well, that’s not hard, an Aston Martin DB9. I think they’re beautiful.” I smile thinking he can’t honestly think that’s a boring answer. I was wrong.
“But it’s British. I can’t be having that. Drink,” he commands.
“Are you serious? How is that relevant to the game whether something is British or not?” I ask, shocked.
“Well, you could have said a more muscle bound car like a Dodge Challenger or a Ford Mustang.”
Oh hell no. “Jake, those cars are just what you said, muscle bound and that’s it. The Aston Martin DB9 has plenty of power and finesse and her beauty is refined. The car is elegant and very sexy. You cannot compare an Aston Martin to a Dodge Challenger. You must be off your rocker.”
He bellows a hearty laugh, “Ok, you don’t like it, I tell you what. You admit losing this round and whatever question you ask me next, if you don’t like the answer I’ll take two shots in one go. How’s that?”
I pick my third shot glass and down it again crashing it back down on the bar.
“Fine. What is your favourite fruit?” Ha, ha, I think I’ve got him there.
“Well, that’s another easy one. It’s pineapple and the reason being is because I’ve always wanted to go to the Caribbean ever since my grandmother told me of her wish to go. She never made it there before she died and I would like to one day complete that dream for her.”
Did he really just say that shit to me?
“Jake, seriously come on. Did your grandmother really give you that action man or are you just going to use her for every answer you make?”
His cheeky grin is still set on his face making my heart flutter.
“My last answer wasn’t about my grandmother, it was about me enjoying your company. I’m having a great time.”
I try to express my irritation. “This is seriously Fubar, you know that?”
He starts laughing again and grabs himself a drink.
“I know I still won, but just to play fair I’m going to take one shot.” He picks the shot glass up and quickly drinks the contents.
“Ok, next round double or nothing, agreed?”
I nod my head realising despite the frustration of the game, I am having so much fun.
“What was your favourite subject in school?”
Well, that was another easy answer. “English as I love to read and write.”
He looks at me, obviously not amused by my answer. “What?” I ask.
He puts a hand up to his mouth and pretends to yawn. “Jake, come on.”
“I’m sorry but Math and English are the two most boring subjects at school. You could have thought about something more interesting than that.”
Feeling a little tipsy I became brave. “Well, my grandmother always loved the subject of English and before she died she asked me to honour her dream of enjoying the written word.”
He nods his head at me and smiles. “See now you’re just making fun of me, but I can see you’re slowly getting the hang of it.”