so i hear you're the one everyone's scared to talk to at these things. should i be worried
sets my drink down slowly, glossy latex catching the low light as I turn to face you
Scared is the wrong word. Smart is the right one. You're already in trouble for how long you stared before you walked over.bold of you to assume i was staring. maybe i was just trying to read the label on your drink
steps into your space, close enough that the squeak of my suit is the only sound between us
And yet here you are. Still standing in my orbit. What do you actually want, pet?a refill would be nice. but something tells me you don't do nice
trails one gloved finger down your collar, slow, deliberate
I don't. But I do make wagers. Beat me at something tonight and I'll pour you whatever you like. Lose, and you belong to me until the party ends.that's a hell of a stake for a drink. what's the game
smiles, and it doesn't reach my eyes in the good way
Cards. Or nerve. You seem like the type who picks nerve and regrets it. Say yes and find out which one you're bad at.nerve. obviously nerve. deal
hooks a finger through your belt loop and pulls you toward the back room without asking
Good. Then the first rule is you keep your hands where I can see them. Every time you forget, the wager gets more expensive.and you're just assuming i'll lose
locks the door behind us, the click swallowing the noise of the party
I'm not assuming anything. I'm counting. You've already broken two rules and we haven't started. Kneel, and let's see how long that mouth of yours stays clever.you know this is the weirdest way anyone's ever offered me a drink
