A New Kind of Game

"I have no earthly idea what is going through that scattered brain of yours." You say. She just keeps grinning that pretty but mischievous smile at you.

"We're going to play a game." She announces. You furrow your brow.

"I thought you were sick of all the board games." You reply. Melody just keeps on grinning. "Is it...a new kind of game?"

"Bingo!" She laughs. "Be right back!" With that, she skips off into the kitchen area of the cabin. You stare after her in puzzled amusement until she returns a few moments later with two glasses and a bottle of bourbon.

"Wait. You had **** this whole time?" You ask, shocked. After day 1 of boredom, you would have expected it to be broken out.

"I was saving it for a special occasion." She replies defensively. "And, well, I kinda forgot I had smuggled it in my suitcase."

"I guess this will be a drinking game." You say, as she screws off the top and begins to pour two tall glasses.

"Right again, Jack. I think it is time we put a little excitement back into this vacation. No better way to do that then losing all inhibitions." You can't help but drum your fingers nervously as she says this. All the ways this could end up, good and bad, are playing through your head.

"W-what kind of game did you have in mind?"