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She sets her book aside, then the quilt. When she faces me, she has a smile that is a mixture of her shyness that I have seen more of, but also of some mischief. I'm not sure she will play to the extent I'm hoping for, but I'm hoping to be surprised. I let her lead the way to the table and pull out her chair for her.
“What’s the whiskey for?”
“You can’t play poker without whiskey.”
“Oh yeah? Says who?”
“Says me,” I say with a grin.
I shoot her a sly smile and a wink as I sit across from her. I pour a double shot into each glass and then set them in front of us. Then, I get to work at shuffling the cards, trying to play it as cool as possible.
“So, where are the chips?” She smirks.
“What, are you hungry?”
“No, silly. Poker chips. For betting.”
“Oh, no. We’re playing for shots.”
I look at her as I respond and watch as her eyes widen. I'm starting to doubt she will play the game I have planned next.
“If we are playing for shots, I will be passed out within two hands!”
“I’ll take it easy on you, princess. It will be fun, I promise.”
“If you say so.”
She laughs a little, but I can tell she's nervous. Hopefully, her first shot will loosen her up. I’m not the type of person who hopes on a girl to get drunk for us to have fun, but with Taylor, I'm hoping the liquor will open her up a little more to answer some questions. And to maybe have some innocent, naughty fun.
After a few practice hands, I can tell she's not good at poker. At all. Once we start playing for shots, it becomes interesting. I don't hit her with any questions until she loses her third game in a row.
“I told you I'm not good at this!” She laughs with everything she has and slaps the table. “Maybe we can change the game to Old Maid. I’d kick your ass with that one!”
“I think not! But we can change the game if you’d like,” I say.
“Okay. What do you have in mind?”
"How about we leave the shots out of it for a few hands. I want you to stay awake for a little while longer," I admit.
“Haha. But you have a point. I think we need to even the field though. You should take at least two shots to catch up a little. It’s no fun with only one of us drinking.”
“Okay. I’ll agree with you there.”
Trying to make her feel better, I shoot the origina
l double I poured at the beginning of the game, then pour another and shoot it down.
“How’s that?” I ask.
“Hmm. I think you can hold your liquor way better than me, so maybe you should take one more.”
I give her a sly smile, but am delighted she's having fun and wanting to play. Then, she bites her lip again. Trying to avoid that awkwardness, I pour another shot that is slightly larger than before and takes it down welcoming the warm sting as it goes down.
“Alright. So, how about now we play for answers. Sort of like truth or dare, only all truths.”
"I don't know. If we keep playing poker, I will be the only one answering the questions, and that doesn't seem all that fair."
“Okay, what do you suggest then?”
