"What were you doing with Tytas back there?" Vik asks,
"OOHHH…What?" Their friends widen their eyes and make a sound.
"We were talking," I say.
"Come on, we're not kids anymore; give me the details," Vik says,
"We were talking." Tytas supports.
Vik doesn't seem pleased,
"We talked about our childhood, how often we played with each other and had fun when we were kids. We locked eyes. I told him to look at me, and we held each other so close that we were going to kiss, " I say.
"OHHHHH MY GOD!!"
"Detail for you?" I add and tell him with my eyes to drink his shot. He seems a bit pissed, but the smile on his face tells me that he enjoys it. I glance at Tytas, and his cheeks are turning red. He glances at me and tries to keep his smile.
"You were going to, and what?" A friend near Tytas asks excitedly.
"Some asshole interrupted us," Tytas says this time, and people look at Vik.
"Next question, baby," Felicia says.
"What is your dark secret?" Vik asks.
"So many, you need to be specific," I say.
He pauses, "Are you a virgin?"
"Hehehe," And others chuckle.
"Yes," I say,
"What!?" Felicia and her friend are shocked. "Oh, my fucking god!" But not as stunned as the boys in this room.
And the sound of the crowd goes wild. I'm glad that there are less than ten people here at the moment.
"Out." Then Tytas orders people to leave his house. I look at him and see his tension is kind of scary hot. The crowd seems hesitant, and he looks right at them, and then the servants ask them to leave.
Only us on the fancy seats.
"Bottoms up," I say. Vik is stunned. He's about to burst his laugh, holds it in, and drinks the shot.
I can feel Tytas gaze at me and glare at his jerk friend.
"Have you ever touched yourself?" Vis asks.
"What the fuck, Vik!" Irin yells at him.
"Don't cross the line," Tytas says with a deeper voice, saying he's kind of upset.
"It's just a game." Felica supports her boy.
"Yes," I reply.
"Fuck—man—" The two of the guys are so into my round.
Vik smiles so hard and drinks the shot.
"How does it feel?" He asks.
"Amazing," I reply.
He drinks another, and he sighs out so loud that he pauses. He looks deeper into my eyes. "In this group, Who would you like to have sex with?"
"Girls count?" I ask back.
"Hmpt, no." He says,
I halt, "Tytas." I say.
"FUCK!!!!" These two are having more fun than anyone here.
"Drink," I say. "Halfway there," I add. And they look at the shot glasses half of the row emptied.
"I order you to make out with Irin," VIk says.
"Immature," Irin says.
"Don't wanna? Drink," Vik adds.
We look at each other, Irin and I. She leans her face closer, holding my face. "Just play along. I'll make him pay for it." She whispers, and then I smile. She opens her lips and presses on my lips. Then, I give her a tongue inside her mouth. We kiss each other intensely like we intend to. We can hear the cheering sounds from the audience. Then I pull my kiss back and turn my face to Vik, "Please?" I say, and I know that my lips are ruined in red.
People are pretty stunned, especially the guy before me. Then, the two guys sitting on the middle couch applaud us.
"Now you can have a wet dream about us," Irin says
"Hey!" Felicia yells. "Your guy asked for it," Irin talks back. "Drink," Irin says to Vik. He drinks the shot; I can totally see he's a bit drunk.
I turn to look at Tytas a bit. He looks at me and licks his bottom lip again—I've seen him do that several times today—then he uses his hands to rub the back of his neck, touches his chin to cover his mouth, and gives me a glance and gazes on my lips.
"You tough, ha?... You say you have many dark sides. if it's true—tell me one thing." Vik says
"I can do anything for someone I love," I say,
"Anything like—if he tells you to jerk him off in front of anybody or kill someone for him?" Vik says with sly words and a cunning face.
"Vik, you're out of line, man." Tytas moves his position to sit almost on the edge of the couch, glares at him hard, and makes everybody shrink.
"What? She doesn't have to answer." Vik says.
"Yes," I say, and people turn to look at me, including Tytas.
"You're lying," Vik says.
"The one for me probably won't ask me to do some stupid shit first of all, and second of all, I'm not lying. I do anything for my person," I say.
People are shocked, and I notice something moving on the second floor. Is the shadow? Am I hallucinating? I turn my eyes to Vik, and he's about to take a glass.
"Two shots, Vik. You asked me two questions," I say.
"Hmpt." Tytas makes a pleasant sound in his throat as if he's satisfied. "I told you," Tytas says, bumping his knees on my leg.
"Two chances, ask wisely—you might not have any opportunity like this," I tell him.
"Hehehe," he laughs crazily. About your father—" He says, and people shut up. Tytas clenches his fist.
"Hey, think before you speak," Tytas threatens him for a third time.
"She can handle it. What is your father's job exactly?...princess." Vik asks viciously. I touch Tytas's fist lightly while I look at Vik. Tytas releases his fist.
"My father is a commander of the private investigation," I reply.
"WHAT!!!!" And people's jaws drop and scream so fucking loud. Vik is stunned.
"Like—you mean, your dad orders them to shoot, to kill bad guys…something like that?" One of the Tytas' friends asks nervously. I say nothing, only smile for them.
Fecilia leans her back to the backrest and hides her eyes. Now she's scared?
"Drink," Irin says.
"One last question—you only have one left. Can you handle that?" I ask teasingly.
Vik takes the shot, swallows it, "Fuck!" and curses it out.
"This game is pretty fun," I say with a smile on my face and look at Irin. She pats on my head and kisses me on the cheek.
"Seems like you're losing her," Tytas says.
"Hmpt…Last question, who will you choose…can not choose the same person, not girls...to let him go down on you?"
"Damnnnnn…" Then, two of them sit properly and act cool.
After I hear the question, that man comes into my mind, the man I'm really longing for, yearning for, but he's not here anymore.
"You don't have to think too hard." Vik teases with his drunkenness.
I look at him. "You," I say.
"Woahhh…" Audience screams.
Vik smiles, trying not to burst his happiness as he looks at Tytas.
"So you can shut your mouth," I add.
"WAAA—HAHAHAHAAA!" Those two are so entertaining.
He raises the shot and bottom-ups and shows the audience that he has finished them all, and people applaud him.
"Now it's your turn, princess," Vik says.
This night is going to be a long f-night.
I look at Irin first, "I want Irin to ask for me."
"Hey…" Vik makes a sound.
"She asks, but I drink." I explain, "You can change the rule here, but I can't?" I ask,
"Why? Are you scared?" Irin asks the same question he asked me.
Then, I turn to Tytas. "Can I?" I ask him. His gaze is a bit softened and stunned at the same time. He licks his bottom lip five hundred times and leans to me. "Yes, you can," he says gently.
I bite my lip, smile a tiny bit, and raise my eyebrow at Vik. He's not pleased.
Tytas raises his thumb and wipes the lipstick off in the corner. "It's messy, " he whispers.
"Get the fucking room, you too!" Felicia shouts at us.
I slowly shift my eyes to them, and while waiting for the servant to serve Vik another ten shots,
"You can drink with me," I say,
People are looking at me confusedly, especially the couple before me.
"One of us has to drink each round anyway. We can share," I say while looking at Vik,
His smile is even fucking wider; he fucking can't control his expression anymore.
"Whatever you say, princess," Vik says and glances at Tytas, but Felicia doesn't seem pleased at all.
"First question—" Irin says. She looks right into Vik's eyes and smiles a little teasingly, "Have you ever killed someone?"
"What?" He's shocked and then laughs; people laugh along with him, and then the sound fades away like they are waiting for his answer, "No." He says
Then, I take the shot, drink the clear liquid, and put it on the table.
Fuck, it's strong.
"Are you planning to get married…with Felicia?" Irin asks,
The question makes everybody hide their smiles and glance at both of them. Felicia looks at Vik as well, blushing and waiting.
But, his answer is quite long air.
"We're still young, Irin—" He says, pauses, "Young and free—enjoy life, you should try—stop being serious about life. The wrinkles are calling you—Meride." Vik says Irin's last name.
"So no?" Irin glares at him upsettingly.
He says nothing nor denies it.
"I'll take that as a no," I say and take the shot.
"Arg—" Felicia glares at me.
"Next question—" Irin says and glares at Felicia, "I hope you play fair and square—When you kiss Felicia, have you ever thought of someone else?" She asks,
"What the fuck!?" Felicia yells at Irin, and she turns her face to Vik, and her face is getting even more upset.
Irin smiles and giggles happily beside me as Vik plans to make me drink or himself, and he gives me a tiny smirk.
"Yes," He says
"WOOO—" the audience howls like the full moon has risen.
Felicia is about to get up, and then Vik catches her hand, pulls her back, grabs her waist, and whispers to her. I don't know what he's telling her, but I bet it's an excuse or explanation shortened, making her stay, almost sitting on his lap. Her face is still on the third level of angriness.
"Drink, little ice princess." He says,
I raise my right eyebrow and take another shot.
"Is Tytas your ride-or-die friend?" Irin asks,
Vik pauses his look because of the dizziness or the question hits him. "Yes," He says.
Then, I take another shot.
"And—the same question, are you? to Tytas," Irin asks,
"Hmpt—yes." He clenches his teeth and then looks at me. I take the glass bottom-up and close my eyes after I swallow it.
"Halfway there, princess." He says, "You're good at this—" He adds as he puts his face on Felicia's shoulder.
Irin moves herself on the edge of the sofa, leaning forward. I smirk a little after seeing her behavior. I can't stop smiling as I glance at Vik, who is gazing at me, even though his girl's face is next to his.
Tytas raises his hand behind my back, supports me from behind, and puts his face near me. "Are you feeling okay?" he asks lightly. I turn to him with a tiny smile on my face. I look at his lips and eyes. The vision is starting to have a low impact. I raise my hand slowly and touch his face—he looks stunned.
Irin interrupts, "Have you two—loved the same girl?"
I slowly turn to Vik, who looks at me shockingly and chuckles on his own. The question hits him again. Vik takes his hands away from Felicia, looks at the shot, and glances back at me. I feel something in his eyes and also feel a hot breath from the man beside me. Vik leans towards, takes the shot, and bottoms up. Irin curls her smile and glances at me.
"You keep bugging my friend every time you see her—is it because you are secretly in love with her?" Irin shoots another question.
Everybody is quiet and looks quietly at Irin, and so am I, and the stern, deep glares from Felicia and Vik.
Irin smiles—vicious, sneaky, "My friend is Zia—by the way." she adds,
Now everybody turns to me, but the only eyes on Vik are Tytas's. He holds my waist correctly this time. Vik moves himself away from Felicia a little, drags the glass shot before me, and drinks it.
"Fuckkk—" one of his friends curses out, and another friend closes his mouth immediately.
Irin rests her chin in her palm, "Well— the same girl that you don't want to say—by the way—Is it Zia?"
"Heh—I know—you are planning something," Vik chuckles and glares at Irin. His face seems unpleasant, and his eyes are a bit wary, sensing something that ruins his stomach either because of alcohol or Irin's questions.
I push the glass shot for him and pause it before his eyes. He looks at me. "Is it me?" I ask. I wait and look at him, waiting for something to come out from his mouth—a green puke or answer—I don't care.
Then, he slowly uses his fingers to touch the glass shot, and his fingertips almost touch mine. I pull my hand back. He gulps and smirks, and then he drinks that shot. I rest my back on the backrest together with Irin, watching Vik's eyes about to close. He chuckles out, and his body finally falls to the floor. Then, I sigh heavily as Irin laughs so hard, and my head feels heavy. I am about to lean to the back, but Tytas holds my head first.
"I think it's time to go," Irin says,
After Tytas sends Irin off, he drives straight to my home. He stops the car and looks at me slowly. He gets out of the car, walks to the car door, and opens it for me. He leans, bends down for me, and holds my hand with one hand. Another grabs my waist and holds me up, and I let him do it willingly and confusingly.
"I still can walk, you know." I smile with a tiny chuckle.
"You barely stand, Zia," he says, holding my waist as he walks me to the door.
"You call me Zia again—" he looks at me and holds my waist tighter. We stop at the door and are about to press the digit. He leans his face closer to the side, his mouth above my ear. "Is it true?" he says softly. "Everything that you said?" he asks while still holding my waist.
"Yes." I look at him; his lips almost touch my forehead as I face him. I try to press the digit on the left.
"What about the last question?" He asks.
I pause my finger. Last question?
"Vik?" I say his name.
He holds my face to look at him. "I just want him to shut up…" I try to press again. If it's more than 3 times, I'll be locked out. "Are you upset?" I ask.
"Yes." He says.
"I can't say 'you,' " I explain. And about to press again, "I would have said you if not because of Vi—" I lower my voice, and he stops my hand.
"Tell me," he holds my hand and says lightly. I can feel his breath against my hair through my ear. "Your passcode," he says, moving his hand from my fingers to my cheek. "You will sleep on the front porch if you keep it wrong, " he says as he holds my face to look at him.
My passcode what is my passcode? That tequila ruined my memory.
"One…Two…" I say,
He smiles slowly and rubs my face, "You are so—" Then he leans his face, his nose touches my cheek as his lips touch my lips. He holds my face and my waist, firmly but gently enough to let me feel free, to kiss me deeper, as his tongue. "Ha…" he gasps his breath, looks at me, pushes my body to the door, and kisses me intensely, impassioned like he's been waiting for this all night. "Ha…" I gasp this time while holding his shirt tightly. He keeps kissing my lips, my tongue, my bottom lips, every whole part of my mouth, and almost to my chin. His hand on my waist glides and touches over my hip and thigh. He's probably been waiting for this for a long time.
"Ah—Ty—tas." I pull my lips back. He pushes his lips to mine and halts, tilts his head down, and puts his face inside my neck. "I'm sorry." He says.
"It's…" I whisper; his lips touch my neck slightly. "One…five…ha." He kisses my neck. "seven…six." I say.
"...Alright," He says and presses the digit for me while his other hand is holding my waist against his body and my back is against the door.
Click.
The door opens.
He looks at me, gazing at me. "I really like you, Zia," he says. I know you're drunk right now. You will probably forget tomorrow." He says with his eyes. Even if you forget…I will come to you—and say it again." I look at his bright green eyes glittering under the night, a bit blurry, but he's so handsome. "Will you go out with me?" he asks.
I hold my tongue because I don't know that I'm into him as much as he is into me.
"I will ask you again." He says while rubbing my hot cheek. "I'll text you. You need to text me back…please, text me back." He repeats as he begs for me,
"I will," I reply.
It's hot; the temperature in my room forces me to struggle under the soft, knitted blanket. One leg inside is hotter than another that is cold bathing outside. I feel the tinkling, the freeze, and the breeze together on my leg, and then I feel the electric shock on my foot run through under my skin.
"Umm…" I make a sound, and I quickly sprint myself up. I blink my eyes, and a figure shadow is at the foot of the bed. What the heck is that? I glare at it to see if it is moving or if it is just a shadow of me, a plushie on my bed, Fuck.
"Huh—" I quickly turn on the lamp beside me. I turn to see, and there's nothing.
"Ah, too bright," I mumble and look at my legs, which still have the stocking on them. That's why I'm so tinkering, and I pull them out of both my legs on the floor, leave the black lace panties on, put myself under the blanket, and turn off the light.
Probably because of a dizzy head, it hurts.