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“It’s not the same.”
The waitress brings Brooklyn’s drink and asks me if I want another too.
“No,” I say sternly. “I’m done for today.”
Brooklyn pouts. “You’re going to let me drink alone?”
I just cross my arms over my chest and stare at her in silence.
“Fine,” she says. “I’ll make you a deal: have a drink with me, and I’ll let you pay the stupid check. But I won fair and square.”
The waitress looks at us like we’re insane.
“I’ll only agree if I get a rematch,” I say. “Using real tiles and words that regular people would know.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal,” Brooklyn says. “Provided we can play by my rules.”
I tell the waitress to bring me another drink, and we work out said rules, which boil down to earning extra points for longer words.
“Fine,” I say. “Long words, but normal ones.”
“Deal,” she says.
The waitress comes back carrying my drink. I suppress a hiccup and turn to her. “Do you have Scrabble tiles?”
No, now she looks at us like we’re insane. “No,” she says, sounding a lot more polite than she looks. “But we might have an old newspaper, with a crossword puzzle.”
Brooklyn claps her hands excitedly. “Please bring it.”
The waitress arches an eyebrow. “No problem. Anything else?”
“Yeah. Some flour,” Brooklyn says.
Flour? Why would she need that for a crossword puzzle?
“Anything else?” The waitress looks at me as if asking, “Do I need to call 911?”
“Yeah,” Brooklyn says. “A bowl, please, and more water.”
The waitress scurries away before the requests can get weirder, and I stare at Brooklyn expectantly, but she just sits there with a mysterious smile on her beautiful face.
When all the items come out, Brooklyn puts the flour into the bowl, adds water, and mixes it all with her fork.
“What are you making?” I can’t help but ask. And why is it making me think of sperm?
Ignoring me, Brooklyn waves for the waitress again.
“Yes?” The waitress isn’t hiding her attitude now.
“Do you have a balloon?” Brooklyn asks.
Is this what alcohol poisoning looks like?
The waitress shakes her head.
“What about a condom?” Brooklyn asks.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I take out my wallet and hand the waitress a big tip. “Please,” I add. “I’m curious to see where this is going.”
