Game Night {this is a excerpt from a work in progress The Adventure of Polly Anna Black, a collection of short stories}
Trivia night at the bar always had it's own sort of vibe. A peculiar mixture of pop culture and random historical facts set amongst people over imbibing, and karaoke breaks. Hardly a meeting for Mensa candidates, but still you can always kind of hope that you find someone interesting to talk to. Find two of them and you have a half wit to converse with.
Drinks were half price for the winner of each round. She wasn't sure if it was meant more to level the playing field than as a reward for the winners. She certainly wasn't going to turn down a cheaper drink though. She sipped her whiskey neat, and held the mellow vanilla taste on her tongue before swallowing to the slow burn that followed. Drinking whiskey always made her feel languid and sensual. The keen awareness tasting It gave to her tongue always gave to the experience leading her mind to other pleasures that her tongue is apt to enjoy. Imagining the way her tongue moved inside her mouth as she swirled the liquor there, and the way the burn spread a warmth throughout her body. It always reinforced the sensual thoughts. As it was so similar to how arousal would spread through her body. It was here that her mind was, when someone interrupted her.
Vaguely annoyed by the interruption. She looked over her glass, at the obviously less intoxicated nervous boy in front of her. That was all he was a boy, barely out of school it looked to her. Most likely he thought he was big shit to be approaching her, he also seemed to think this was some gesture of goodwill on his part towards woman kind, sort of bone thrown to her gender or something. Immediately she was more annoyed. Not just because he interrupted her enjoying her own thoughts but because he seemed to think by doing so he was helping her out, as if he had not only the right to do so but it was a gift. She found it all rather preposterous. He wanted to sound smart and cocky and suave and sexy... but it all came off rather like a kid playing dress up in a children's theater. He was clearly someone who took themselves way too seriously while being very foolish. As though their starring role in a small town school play somehow made them on the same playing field as Leonardo DiCaprio. His friends behind him snickering and making lewd gestures certainly didn't do him any favors.
"good job on your victory"
"thank you" she replied tersely.
"Let me get you a drink. You must be thirsty talking so much"
"I am ok. Thank you though"
"come on, a pretty girl like you, we should be dancing and celebrating together"
"No Thank you. I am really not interested in the company right now."
His friends came up behind him closer, a cacophony of mixed voices making nonsense offers of drinks.
"Do you come here often" snickers from the back of the group "cum" hahahaha
"Look I come" pointedly looking him over top to bottom "and go as I please, and right now " scrunching her nose up in exaggerated distaste. "I'd rather go." She turned off her seat, and stepped away from them, and almost bumped into another man not part of the group.
He stood there, his frame and stature recognizable in any circumstance to one who knew it so well.
"I guess it's my lucky day running into you then" he said to her.
"How lucky remains to be seen" she said
Then in a louder voice he projected "is there something wrong" His arm went between her and the group creating a kind of barrier. His presence seemed to swell, taking up more room and becoming imposing. Then he bowed slightly and with his other hand palm up, waved her toward a table in the corner, away from the bar.
She sighed. She really didn't want to leave yet. So she nodded to him, and took the offered seat at his table, a quiet spot in the corner, pushed out of the way of the crowd gathering for the next singer belting out a Bon Jovi song. Thinking to herself this was a different kind of game.
"Parker" he said by way of introduction.
"Polly Anna" she smiled shyly.
"you my dear even intoxicated are too smart for this crowd, that kind of wit can get you in a tight spot"
"You seem comfortable inserting yourself in tight spots" a small smile playing at the corner of her lip and a twinkle in her eye as she met his gaze for a moment, the innuendo clearly intentional.
"I always say it is good to be...flexible" he responded in kind.
"I have always said Actions speak louder than words" Her gaze dropped to the bottom of her glass.
"There was a great man who once said speak softly and carry a big stick"
"I always thought a man who formed a group who referred to themselves as rough riders would have been more familiar with a higher volume especially if he did carry a large stick"
"perhaps it was in reference with his more cuddly side, that ended up in so many beds across the nation"
"As a child I may have had him in my bed, but now I think I favor a midnight snack, it helps me sleep better" She twirled the drink in her mouth enjoying the sensation of the flavors dancing on her tongue and the burn that follows spreading through her.
He could see her enjoying her drink. He loved the way she closed her eyes a little, pursed her lips and rolled her head back a little as she swallowed slowly. It exposed her throat and made her breasts jut out a little. He imagined her doing the same, while she enjoyed his flavor seated below him on her knees.
"That is the past. I am interested in the future. I am sure you would still enjoy being tucked in and told a story"
His mind pictured her curled in his lap, head on his shoulder, how soft she would feel there cradled in his arms, and the sweet smell of her hair and skin as he buried his face in her hair to kiss her.
