“Sure. I can get another one,” he said and handed her the cup.
That made her hesitate. She was interested in dirty dancing and possible kisses, but not getting roofied. “You try it first.”
“A little bossy, I like that.” He took a big gulp.
She held out a hand. “Cup.”
He smiled and handed it to her with a flourish. “I can’t resist a lady’s command.”
“Nun,” she said.
“None what?”
“I’m a nun.” She drank the cup down, stifling any desire to gag. Whoever had made the jungle juice hadn’t spared the booze.
“You’re a sexy nun. You can smack me with a ruler any day.”
“Which part?” The cup was almost empty, hitting her equally empty stomach.
He smacked his lips and wiggled his eyebrows under the mask. “Anywhere you want, sister.”
She finished the cup. “How about another, and then we can dance?”
He winked at her, “Be still my beating alcoholic heart.”
“Then get me another drink now.”
Lillian could definitely attest being this aggressive with a guy was not her MO. The best term for her would be indecisive, but it was a certain thrill to order around this guy. And he seemed amused rather than ticked off.
Or he’d disappear into the crowd and pretend he hadn’t met her.
Not this guy, because he was back with two red cups. He drank out of both of them and then knelt on the floor in front of her.
This definitely didn’t happen to her.
“Pick your poison.” He offered the cups, and his smile indicated a lot more behind those words.
“They’re the same.”
“What if I said one of them contains iocane powder?”
“Then you’re not Zorro.” It dawned on her he was the Man in Black from the Princess Bride. Her bad. “And you have immunity.”
He shook his head, “I promise I’m not immune.”
She took the cup on the left and drank the entire contents. It was easier the second time. “Farm boy, let’s go dance.”
“As you wish.”
She tossed her empty cup in the trash. “Drink it, and let’s go.”
He downed the cup and waited for her to take his hand to the dance floor. The music kicked up, but he didn’t start moving.
“Well?” she tried to shout over the music.
“You’re in charge,” he said.
He was being serious. Rather than force her to experience the tentacle porn octopus feeling of some random dude on the dance floor touching her, he was going to politely wait.
