Yes, you do.

You glance down at the glass and drum your fingers on the table a couple times. Then, with a heavy sigh, you grab the glass and down the burning liquid. Melody lets out an excited whistle as she watches the bourbon disappear down your throat.

"You sly dog!" She giggles giddily. "See, I am already finding new things out about you." She leans forward and gives you a lecherous grin. "So, what was his name?"

"Ha ha ha." You retort snidely, setting the glass down. Melody begins to pour you a new drink. "Her name was Nora, thank you very much." The mention of the name suddenly makes your companion spill some **** on the table.

"Nora!" She gasped loudly. she set the bottle down and puts her hands to her cheeks dramatically. "No!"

"Yes!" You reply, mocking her and replicating her motions and theatricality.

"Seriously, Jack? That timid little church-mouse let you ride the Hershey Highway?" Melody snorted as she spoke. Her excitement was barely contained behind her giggling expression. "How'd you pull that magic trick off?"

"If you must know, it was her insistence." You reply. You can't believe you are spilling the beans about your sexual experience with Nora so easily, but the bourbon appears to have gotten you in the chatty mood and silenced the part of your brain that keeps you in check. Melody had her head in her hands as she listened on intently. "She didn't like the taste of cock and was saving her virginity until after she was married. Anal was our compromise."

"S-so it was more than once?" Your friend laughed her lilting little giggle. "How many times? How many?!"

"Let's just say, " You do the quick math in your drunken head, "less than the total number of drinks we've taken. But more than the number I have taken myself."

"Oh my!" Melody covered her mouth with her hand. "Well, I do declare! I didn't realize I was in the presence of a veteran of ass-play! I never thought you of all people would make me feel like a prude."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You slur at her accusation.

"Well, with the lack of details, I always assumed you were very...vanilla in bed." Melody admits. She catches your look and holds her hands up. "Not that there is anything bad about that! Missionary is a very sexy way to get down."

"Oh, you would be surprised how far outside of 'Vanilla' I have ventured before." You cross your arms. "I could show you a thing or two about getting kinky." The words were out there before you could realize how you worded them.

"Oh, could you?" Melody asks, shooting you a sly, seductive glance. You know she is only teasing you, setting a trap like a hunter for a rabbit, but the bourbon was playing funny tricks on your mind. "You talk a big game, Jack. But I don't think you have the guts." She licks her lips and you can tell by her uneven movements that her better judgement is checked out right now as well. She teasingly runs her fingers up and down the neck of the bourbon bottle. "You want to take me to the bed and show me how kinky you can get, Jack?"