Fair enough

"Fair enough. Let's go," you say.

A half hour later, you're walking into your small apartment, your unenthusiastic guest in tow.

"Figures you'd live in a dump like this. You ever put your clothes away?" asks Kat, kicking distastefully at an old shirt you have lying on the floor.

"Hey, I didn't know I'd be having a girl over tonight," you say.

"You can say that again."

Finding the silence between you awkward, you figure you might as well get to know Kat better before you try anything else on her. The power's already gone to your head and then some, but the sheer number of things you can do with her astounds you. Maybe her telling you about herself will give you some more ideas.

You clear off the couch while Kat scowls at you with folded arms, and have a seat. You pat the seat next to you.

"Come over here and tell me a little bit more about you," you say. "I know you're a goth, I know you're a tomboy, and I know you're a lesbian, but that seems kind of narrow."

"Fuck you," she says, and literally spits on the floor.

Gross. But, thankfully, it lands on an abandoned undershirt you needed to clean anyway.

"I wish you'd humor me," you say, backing off to leave more room on the couch for the angry goth.

Kat rolls her eyes, gives up, and plants her butt on the couch, but as far away from you as possible. "What the hell do you want to know?" she asks.

Whatever you ask this chick, you realize, you can just wish her to answer to be whatever after the fact. Should be a fun bit of foreplay, assuming you don't lose your nerve.