“I'm not into your mother, unless you are suggesting something kinky.”
I slapped his knee playfully. “Oh, stop it. I'm just saying she's a great masseuse. Maybe getting a massage should be a regular thing if fighting is going to be your career.”
“I want you to take care of me.”
I stared into his eyes, so confused by the things he said to me. “That's not my job.”
“It could be.”
My phone rang just then, and I looked down to see the notification from the cab company that our ride had arrived. I glanced up at Jet and then turned to my other guests.
“Cab is here, let's go guys.”
Everyone got up from the couch, headed to the door, and we filtered out, and I locked the door behind me. I had called a cab just in case we all ended up drunk; then we wouldn't have to worry about a way home. We could just enjoy ourselves, worry-free.
When we arrived, the event was pretty busy. People were wandering everywhere with wine glasses in their hands. Red glasses and white glasses; the wine was being poured freely. We immediately went to the bar so we could get some wine ourselves. I was partial to white wine, while Jet seemed to stick to red. The choices at the event were quite decadent.
We were all sitting at a table together, and it became obvious right away that Brenda only had eyes for Dan. Who could blame her? She had been single for a while, and even I had to admit the guy was cute, as well as charming. He seemed to be just as much into her as she was into him. I was very grateful that Jet was there, as I didn't know what I would have done had he not been, and I had to sit there and watch Brenda and Dan make eyes at each other.
I looked over at Jet, and found that he had been watching me the whole time. I blushed a deep crimson, and looked down into my wine.
“Hey, how about we play a little game while these love birds do their thing?”
Brenda shot him a look, and he laughed.
“What kind of game?”
“Well, a drinking game, of course.”
“Ohhh, that sounds risky.”
“Are you scared?”
I laughed. “Only of you having to hold my hair back when I puke all night.”
“Come on, it will be fun. We'll take it easy at first, because I don't want us to get to that intimate point of me having to hold your hair back.”
I stuck my tongue out at him. “I think it's a terrible idea.”
“Why, did you get all your rebellion out in high school, so you don't need to have fun anymore?”
“Actually I was no bad girl in high school, though I'm sure you know that already.”
He leaned in closer to me, looking very interested in what I had to say. I wondered if his interest was genuine, or if that was how he lured women into his web.
“So what kind of girl were you?”
I giggled. “I read books, Jet. I studied, and I got good grades. I behaved myself, so I guess you could say I was a goody two-shoes.”
“You're kidding me.”
“No, what did you think that I was riding on, the backs of Harleys? Come on, Jet,” I started laughing.
“No, I didn't think that, but I don't know. Look at you. I don't exactly picture you as a bookworm. I thought maybe a cheerleader.”
“Oh God, no, are you crazy?” I slapped his knee playfully.
“Okay, well, if you never played drinking games in high school, you for sure have to play one now.”