Jorge & Mac Win

Lois Lane's sorority days had been awfully long ago. In fact, she hadn't been much of a hard drinker in years.

Yet the first three passes, the reporter kept up. She snatched up the glasses as fast as Mac set them down, and matched Aimee glass-for-glass. The reporter didn't even bother to taste the cocktails, just tipped them into her mouth and swallowed, gulped for air, and did it again.

The trouble hit on the fourth drink. The reporter's hand missed the glass at first. When she grabbed it, she missed her face, spilling a bit of grey goo down her chin before getting it in her mouth...and then when she went to put it down, Lois missed the table entirely, the glass crashing to the floor.

The three youths cheered and Lois, dizzy as the rush of **** hit her brain, grinned as she realized how badly she'd lost...and then Mac and Jorge looked at her.

"Now you ladies have to answer our questions," Mac asked.

"First question: Are you attracted to women?" Jorge asked.

Aimee blushed and glanced at Lois. She lowered her eyes, the burning red of her face contrasting with her green hair. Right then, Lois thought she looked beautiful. There was a kind of aura around the young woman...youth and innocence...

"Y-yeah..." the young woman said.

Lois licked her lips. She felt dizzy, the room spinning slightly beyond the table.

"I'm like...a two on the Kinsey Scale?" She said. "L-like mostly I like guys, but sometimes you see a really attractive woman and I just...want to kiss her..."

Which was true, not that Lois would have ever admitted that if she weren't already far more drunk than she'd planned.

"Second question," Mac said, his brown lips split in a big-toothed smile. "Have you ever kissed another woman?"