Page 22 of Wicked Tricks

It was a funny game of chicken, and neither of us looked away until our drinks were placed in front of us. Rome took a straw from behind the counter, and placed it in her drink, wrapping her plump lips around it.

I took a swig straight from the glass, it was sweet, with only the tangy aftertaste of the alcohol hinting at how strong the drink actually was.

She finished the drink quickly, and I sipped slowly at mine.

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s nice,” I shrugged, “Why?”

She shrugged, gesturing to the waitress for a second drink, “I don’t know. I thought we were here to drink, and, well,” she gestured vaguely to my barely shrunken drink.

“Oh so it’s like that?” I chuckled, “alright.”

I finished the drink in one more gulp, and slammed the glass back onto the bar.

“Happy?” I asked, showing her the empty glass.

“Not yet,” she smirked, pushing a second drink my way.

I chuckled, “you’re trying to get me drunk?”

“Not at all, Don Antoni,” she batted her eyelashes, reaching out to take the drink back, but I placed my hand on hers. This girl was more amusing to me than anyone I had ever met. Everyone in my world, who knew who I was, was too busy trying to show me respect. Trying to get in my good graces because of the power I held.

Rome didn’t care about that, and it was refreshing.

Looking into her antagonising eyes, I had to remind myself why I was here.

That she wasn’t just a playful girl, she was a danger to my way of life.

“Do you want to play a game?” she asked, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

I raised an eyebrow, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I was in a fucking Saw movie right now?”

She rolled her eyes and laughed, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

“Come on,” she said, “it’s fun. Us girls play it all the time.”

“Fine,” I chuckled, “what is it?”

“Never have I ever.”

“Really? Are we in high school?”

“Just,” she groaned, “shh, okay?”

She gestured for the other girl to make us more drinks.

“Drink for everything you’ve done, I’ll go first.”

I watched her as she pursed her lips, looking around the club and thinking of a question. I had an idea of what she was trying to achieve here, but I was curious as to how she would go about it.

“Never have I ever… had sex in public.”

She sheepishly took a sip of her drink, silently admitting to the act.

I smirked, and decided that the game would be more fun than I thought.

Hesitating for a moment, I also took a sip.

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