Drink!

You consider your response to Melody’s question for just a couple of seconds, during which she says nothing. Instead, her silence is thundering, especially as it comes so suddenly to replace the constant teasing that had accompanied the game up until this point. In the end, you realize, there’s only one thing you can do. Not only would it be idiotic to try to lie your way out of this one, but after the way you fucked up with your last question, lying to Melody would be a dick move. Besides, it’s Melody. Any wavering, and you’re dead meat. So with the knowledge that the only thing to do is to burn your bridges behind you, you quickly end up grabbing the glass and emptying it of its contents. In hindsight, you’d probably have been better off lying about having become a teetotaller.

When you put the tall glass back on the table, Melody doesn’t say anything, but instead is sitting there with her chin resting on her clasped hands and an expression that you can’t decipher.

“Melody?” You say, after the silence has lasted after a couple more seconds of silence.

“You don’t look especially humiliated, Jack,” Melody remarks, and her voice is as mysterious as her face. With nothing else to do, you simply shrug your shoulders, but try not to look nonchalant.

“Okay, never have I ever fantasized about Melody giving me a blowjob,” Melody continues. Rather than to protest that it’s your turn, you grab the bottle and pour a little bourbon into your glass. The sudden change in atmosphere is further demonstrated by Melody not saying anything about the fact that your latest serving of bourbon is much less than the previous ones. Instead, she just watches you bring the glass to your lips and kick back the bourbon.

“Never have I ever fantasized about going down on Melody,” Melody hits you with another one before you’ve put the glass down.

“Come on Melody, are you trying to make me comatose or something?” You try lightening the mood with a stupid joke, but Melody barely even raises the corners of her mouth, and you pour yourself another small drink before downing that too.

“I guess I owe you this much, huh?” You say as you immediately pour some bourbon in your glass again, the servings of which are getting progressively smaller without drawing any comments whatsoever from Melody.

“Uh-huh,” Melody nods.

“I could just tell you about all of it,” you offer, but Melody only shakes her head.

“No, I prefer my way,” she replies, again meeting your gaze head-on.

“Never have I ever fantasized about titfucking Melody,” Melody presses on before you have a chance to say anything else. This time, you take just a sip of bourbon and keep the glass close to your lips, already awaiting her next question, trying not stare at how her generous chest fills out her sweater. You fail, and Melody catches you, but again says nothing.

“Never have I ever fantasized about fucking Melody’s ass.”

You finish the glass and splash a little more bourbon into it. If this is how she wants it, you’re happy to play along.

“Never did I ever fantasize about fucking Melody’s ass before meeting Nora,” After snorting with surprise, you quickly empty the glass.

“Aww, for shame, I could have been your first…” Melody’s teasing raises your spirit and makes you think that this strange, awkward but exciting interlude is finally over.

“Practice makes perfect, Melody,” You reply, with a shit-eating grin that makes her momentarily break down laughing.

“Okay, you dork, never have I ever fantasized about a threesome with Melody and another girl,” Melody looks up at you after she’s finished laughing.

“You’re not quitting on me, are you?” Melody says when you don’t even make a motion towards filling the glass again. This time its your turn to shake your head without saying anything.

“Really? Seems a little obsessive.” Melody grins.

“What can I say, I’m a one-woman kind of guy,” you reply.

“Yeah, yeah, smartass…” Melody chuckles, “Just for that, never have I ever fantasized about a threesome with two girls.”

“Well, fuck…” you mutter and pour a little bourbon in the glass before downing it. The bottle’s almost empty.

“Aw, that’s sweet!” You can’t tell whether or not Melody is teasing you again.

“We’re almost out of bourbon,” you say, “And I should get one more question.”

“Should you now?” Melody replies.

“Yep,” you insist, “I think it’s safe to say you blew your chance at ****.”

“Well it’s kind of hard to humiliate a guy who shamelessly admits to wanting to sleep with you!”

“Yeah, it’s so humiliating to admit wanting to sleep with an attractive, intelligent woman,” you pour the last of the bourbon in Melody’s glass. It’s about the same amount as your last four or five drinks combined, but there’s no comment from her on that either.

“Thanks…” Melody smiles at you.

“Even if she’s terribly immature most of the time.”

“Hey, come on!”

“Last question of the night, Melody,” you say after you’re done chuckling at her spirited reaction, “Never have I ever fantasized about sleeping with Jack…”

“Huh, I was expecting something about having taken part in a threesome…”

“No, this is slightly more important, Melody,” you reply.

“Okay…” Melody grabs the glass and brings it up to her lips, grinning at you mischievously before finishing it one gulp.

“Oh no, looks like we’re all out of booze,” Melody eventually breaks the long silence that followed her emptying her glass.

“Yeah…” you’re unusually soft-spoken as you lock eyes with Melody again.