Go For Broke

“Whoa, you’re neat, but you didn’t have to come onto me like that,” you suddenly blurt out, pushing her arm away from the desk.

Conversations grind to a halt as dozens of eyes suddenly snap onto the two of you, and you see a few girls cover their mouths, scandalised and maybe just a touch impressed.

Avril laughs and shrugs her shoulders, as if to say it was worth a try, and within a couple seconds, everyone’s back to business as normal.

“See, gracefully handled,” she says, tossing her hair back. “It helps when you look as good as I do, of course.”

“Was that last bit really necessary?” you say. “And also—how was that handled great? Nobody thinks any better of you after that.”

“Oh come on, it’s not like what you said was original at all,” she says.

“What, you wanted me to spill to the world your dirty pencil shavings fetish?”

“Crap, who told you about that,” she says with a side-glance that almost makes her look bashful. “You know it’s supposed to be kept a secret.”

“I thought it was self-evident,” you say, “but don’t worry—it’s only cause I got it too.”

“That explains a lot,” she says, when a loud alarm buzzes from the front of the room.

“Time’s up for the first round,” Alexei announces, and he gestures to the new pairings projected at the front of the room. “Find your new partner! Make haste, because time is short!”

Avril rises from her seat, already waving at the next guy that she’s been paired with, and you figure that you should work out who this Amy girl that you’ve been paired with is. After a couple false starts and a couple good looks at some female chests (it helps that that’s where they all put their name-tags), you finally find Amy.

Amy

She’s curvy in a way that looks real good, with plenty in her rear to keep a guy satisfied for days, not to mention that heavenly bust.

“So it’s Alex,” she says, taking an open seat. She looks you over, and smiles as if there were some inside joke that you’re missing out on. “What’s your best pick-up line?”

“I don’t believe in them. I think actions speak louder than words. I mean, I love scoring, so I just go for it, drive straight for the hole, maybe touch the rim if my hand’s on a ball, and you know, it’s always fun to double team,” you say, and she gives you a beat, trying to figure out what’s going on. “Oh, you didn’t mean pick-up basketball?”

She groans at your follow-up, finally putting it together, and her head sinks deep into her hands. “That line works for you? Why else… why else would you say it?”

“I just came up with it, so maybe you tell me if it’s worked,” you say, half wondering if that was too cheesy.

“I mean…” she shrugs and looks off to the side. “I wouldn’t ever use it again, but it was impressive enough that I’ll throw you another bone. Ask me any question, and I promise I’ll answer it with the truth.”

“Wow, anything,” you say leaning back in your chair and giving a low whistle. “I guess it’s time for me to figure out the meaning of life.”

“Okay, fine, maybe not anything,” she says. “Any question about me, and I’ll answer it. Come on, wise guy, surely you’ve got something for me.”

Avril +5
Amy +5