A drinking game.

"Lets keep it simple," she says as she pulls out a small wooden bowl and a set of dice. "Whoever rolls higher gets to take another drink from the bottle. Sound good?"

Eh, why not? You're normally against any form of gambling, but this seems pretty harmless. Besides, It'll help pass the time, especially since you've run out of interesting stories to tell anyway. You agree to play and pick up the dice to start rolling.

The rounds go by quickly and in your favor, more often than not. You win four out of the six rounds you play, happily guzzling away at this delicious wine. The **** is starting to get to you by then, and after the next round you are absolutely burning up.

You mindlessly pull your shirt over your head and toss it away, your modesty temporarily forgotten. You sigh in relief as the cool air passes over you now bare skin.

Milly's drunken giggling brings you out of your reverie. "Oh, so that's the kind of game you want to play?"

You look down at yourself and realize what you've just done, a slight blush spreads across your face.