I looked at my hand then looked across at Kat. She squirmed a bit in her seat. Whether she knew it or not, she was giving herself away. She had nothing. I had a decent hand, at least enough to make three tricks. As we went around the table announcing how many each of us thought we could take, it was Kat’s turn. She inadvertently chewed on her lower lip. Fuck, it was going to be a long game if she kept that shit up. I readjusted myself without anybody noticing.
“One,” was all she said, concentrating hard on the cards in her hand.
We all started laying down our cards, round and around. I took my three tricks right off the bat. Now I just needed to make sure that I didn’t get stuck with any other hands. As the last hand was played, Beaver won it and managed to get his two tricks he called. Unfortunately for Mel and Kat, they either overshot or undershot their number.
“Shot time!” Mel said loudly as they both took one. She grabbed a couple of lime wedges and handed one to Kat, keeping the other for herself. “If we keep this up, baby girl, it’s going to be a long night and an even longer morning.” Taking her shot, she looked at Kat expectantly.
Kat looked over at me, then back at the alcohol in front of her. “Can’t we just stick to beer tonight? You both know that tequila doesn’t sit well with me.”
“What are you talking about?” Beaver said. “We’ve always used tequila, so suck it up, princess.”
Taking another look at me, she carefully picked up the salt shaker and darted her tongue out to wet a spot on her wrist. She shook the salt over the dampened area and swooped her tongue out, licking it all off. Grabbing the glass, she tipped her head back and downed the liquid in one swallow, shoved the lime in between her lips and sucked the bitterness from the fruit. It took every ounce in me not to groan while watching her do it. My hands formed fists beneath the table. Yeah, it’s definitely going to be a long night.
Over the next hour, I managed to avoid all but one shot. Beaver was right behind me with having taken three. And Mel and Kat had both had half a dozen each. Mel was currently messing with the stereo that played throughout the bar, and put on some new song called Royals by Lorde. She shook and swayed her hips on her way back over to the table. I glanced at Beaver, who was completely enraptured by her. Poor bastard, he was drowning and he didn’t even know it.
Mel plopped down in her seat. Her and Kat started snickering at something, to which I quirked my brow and looked at Kat. “What are you two giggling about?”
“With those two, you never know. I stopped asking a long time ago.” Beaver piped in.
“I swear, after the second shot, tequila starts to taste just like a man’s come,” Mel announced to no one in particular. She began to lick her finger, and Beaver nearly spit his beer out of his mouth.
Kat let a small laugh seep from her lips. “Does it? I’ve never noticed.”
I looked at her, and her eyes darted to mine, refusing to look away. “That’s ‘cause you’ve never sucked a guy off before,” Mel said, interrupting whatever was passing between Kat and me.
Her head swung around in her friend’s direction. “How do you know?”
Mel shrugged. “Baby girl, this isn’t my first walk in the park. I know a virgin mouth when I see one. You scream inexperience.”
Kat twisted her lip. “I’m not inexperienced. I’ve just never done that.”
Oh fuck, I didn’t need to be hearing this.
“Change the subject, please.” Beaver, who had been sitting completely quiet, said.
“Thank you,” I added. Kat scoffed, and I tilted my head at her.
“Okay, subject change. Let’s see.” Mel tapped her finger on her chin. “Oh, I have a good story for you. It isn’t exactly changing the subject, but I still laugh thinking about it. Years ago when I first married my ex, he used to beg me to blow him.” Beaver sighed loudly. “I always told him no because I hated the way his spunk tasted. Finally, one night after practically crying about it, I told him I would but he had to find some way to prevent any taste from hitting my tongue. He looked around the whole house until he came to me with a roll of duct tape. The man actually peeled a piece of duct tape off and stuck it over his tip. I blew him just like I promised I would. But here’s the kicker. When he finished, I have no idea where it all went. He came and then nothing. I’m curious if it all went back into his balls or something because he walked around for days afterwards like he had a massive case of blue balls.”
Kat burst out laughing. She was snorting so hard that she was holding her stomach and laid her head on the table. Beaver and I sat there looking at Mel like she grew two heads. We both were holding our junk, probably thinking the same thing. Where the fuck did it go?