They Play

“Your on.” Was Nolan’s easy response.

Each grabbing another beer and paying their tabs they returned to the table. Nolan again grabbed the deck of cards. This time the stakes slightly higher.

“Red” he chose again and flipped the card. 8 of spades. “Fuck” he groaned out as Frankie rubbed her hands together.

“Alright let’s see…” she muttered to herself as rubbed her hands together.

“Do your worst.” The Ginger boy goaded her.

“Oh my worst? Ok… I dare you too… Go back inside and slip Eliza your phone number.”

Eliza was the tall, hot, blonde bartender that always worked the Trivia nights. Despite being in her early 30’s she still drew the eye of all of the male (and a few of the female) patrons eyes. Nolan was no exception.

“Oh come on seriously?” Nolan half pleased half joked.

“What? Wanna quit already?” Frankie teased

“No! It’s just we’ve got at least two months more of trivia nights before we graduate. I don’t wanna make things weird!”

“It’s not gonna make things weird. It’s Eliza! We’re like her favorite customers.”

“Yeah probably cause neither of us hit on her.”

“Hey speak for yourself I hit on her ever time we’re here.” Frankie finished with a wink “now come on you’re just stalling.”

Nolan stared into his friends eyes. Had he been sober it would’ve been easy to laugh the dare off… but his drunk mind was wondering about all of the potential possibilities the night held… things his sober mind wouldn’t have ever let him think about his best friend.

Grabbing a napkin from the table he produced a pen from his pocket and scribbled his number on it. Then standing he made his way back inside.

Frankie turned and watched the interaction through the glass doors. Eliza was only half paying attention as Nolan approached, busy with shutting down the bar. They chatted for a second as he slid the napkin across the bar to her eliciting a laugh from the blonde. Frankie did have to admit she was hot. Typically in a white tank top that showed off her large breasts, her round face was framed by short platinum blonde hair. Surprisingly she took the napkin from Nolan who turned around and his face as red as his hair began the return walk to the table. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that Eliza had slipped the napkin into her bra for safe keeping.

“God I hate you” her friend said retaking his place in front of her.

“Oh yeah? How’s that go?”

“Told her you bet me I wouldn’t do it. That got a laugh out of her.” Nolan replied still embarrassed.

“Who knows maybe she’ll call?” Frankie teased as she grabbed a card from the top of the deck. “Red!” This time it was the Jack of clubs.

“Vengeance shall be mine.” Nolan said looking from the card to his friend.

“Do your worst.” Frankie echoed back at him.

“Oh yeah? Fine. I dare you sometime between now and us getting back to your car to drive home you have to flash someone.”

“Like flash my tits?”

“Yeah. You can pick whoever you like. But someone’s gonna see them before we start driving.”

Frankie glanced around the bar nervously. There were only a few other stragglers left finishing their drinks. Given the part of town they were in also it wasn’t like there was a ton of foot traffic around. So her options were limited.

“Fine. But I’m gonna do it on the walk to the car. Can’t just flash someone and sit back down here.” Nolan could sense some nerves in her voice but was nevertheless excited.

“Red!” He proclaimed again and flipped the next card. Ace of Diamonds.

“Fuck!” Frankie shouted possibly a bit too loud.

“I dare you to chug your beer.” Nolan said with a smirk the idea coming to him quickly.

“Fuck you” Frankie jokingly threw back at him. “Red!” She grabbed the next card. King of Spades.

“What are you doing you gotta do your dare first!” Nolan laughed out as Frankie drunkenly flipped the next card. This time it was the 6 of Hearts.

“Finally! I dare you to chug your beer too!”

“Fine.” Nolan said reaching out and grabbing his glass “but you still owe me a dare for picking the first card wrong.”

Frankie in a sign of rueful acknowledgment clinked her glass with his and they began to chug. It wasn’t really a contest. Nolan was at least twice the size of his smaller female friend, but that didn’t mean he was any better at drinking beer. Frankie had he glass smashed back down on top of the table well ahead of him.

“Boom bitch!” The drunk girl cried out celebrating her victory.

“Yeah yeah.” Nolan said finally finishing his glass and wiping the spilt beer from his clean shaven face. “You may have won, but you know what that means…”