I followed her finger to a guy I hadn’t really noticed until now. He had shaggy long blonde hair that half covered his face, he looked utterly displaced but still enjoying himself. “He’s not quite my type.” I admitted, “But he is cute.”
“He needs a good root.” She noted, slamming her cup down on the table in what would have been an emphatic gesture, but considering her state it just toppled over sideways. She laughed at that. “I think we need to play a game.”
My ears perked up. Instantly I started to come out of my trance, “What sort of game?” I asked coyly, our eyes locked.
“We need to play…” she said, standing up and raising her pointed finger in the air, “TWISTER!”
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