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The words started before I made it back to my stool, but that didn’t stop me. I sang. I mean, who could blame me? Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’” was playing. As I belted out the lyrics, though not as on pitch as Steve Perry, I watched my opponent in our game laugh, clearly finding me entertaining.
Closing the distance between us did little to help diminish my need to do this in a way that indicated I believed I was giving the performance of a lifetime. And the truth was, wasn’t that how it should always be? Why do anything if there was no passion behind it?
I didn’t care that people around the pub were watching me. It didn’t matter what they thought. I was having a blast, and the guy who’d dared me to do this was enjoying himself. That was all that mattered to me.
By the time the song ended, a handful of patrons clapped. I offered a bow in response before climbing onto my stool again.
“I’m impressed.”
Refusing to let him out of his turn, I didn’t comment on my performance. Instead, I asked, “Truth or dare?”
He chuckled and sighed. “I can’t have you showing me up, so I guess it’s going to have to be a dare.”
I gave the guy a once-over. He was tall, clean cut, and in shape. Though I didn’t think he’d be entering any powerlifting contests any time soon, it seemed like he lived an active lifestyle. He reminded me of the kind of guy who played sports in high school—baseball, maybe—and he wouldn’t like a blow to his ego.
So, I used that to my advantage and said, “Order and finish a girly drink.”
It was far easier than the dare I’d been asked to execute, but there was no question he was starting to squirm. Following a beat of awkward silence, he asked, “Should I get a cosmopolitan, or a frozen strawberry daiquiri?”
Narrowing my eyes, I considered his question. “Oh, that’s a tough one. Let’s go with the cosmo.”
Without any additional hesitation, even if it seemed like it pained him to do it, he ordered the drink. Once it was in front of him, he lifted it to his lips, and with his eyes on me, he drank it. I struggled to contain my laughter throughout.
It was only after we’d completed the first round of the game that things got a bit more comfortable.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
Tipping my head to the side, I countered, “Is this part of the game? Because if it is, I don’t recall you asking if I was willing to share a truth.”
He shook his head, a smile playing at his lips. “No. This is just a guy seeing a gorgeous girl, without any inhibitions, he wants to get to know better.”
Good answer.
Great answer.
Smiling, I revealed, “I’m Daisy.”
He returned the smile. “Daisy. I’m Jeremy.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
Shaking his head, Jeremy insisted, “No, Daisy. The pleasure is all mine.” The bartender walked past, and Jeremy stopped him. “Can we get some peanuts, please?”
“Sure.”
Jeremy returned his attention to me. “You aren’t allergic, are you?”
“Nope.”
“Good. Okay. Truth or dare?”
I hadn’t realized we were going to continue the game, but I was up for it. “Dare.”
“Still no truth, huh?”
“It’s going to take a lot more effort for me to give you that response.”
“Challenge accepted. Alright, so, I dare you to tie the stem of a cherry into a knot using only your mouth.”
