Lynne set the game up by putting enough quarters in for a two player game. She grinned with relish that her high score was still topping the boards.
She began moving the joystick rapidly, jumping over the computer generated logs and frogs on the screen, attempting to get her frog safely over to the lily pads.
She felt a warm shiver down her neck, and she sensed the presence of Leif behind her.
"Well Damn. Looks like you are pretty good," he said his hot breath tickling her shoulder.
She squirmed. He broke her concentration on the game.
"It's just muscle memory...I...oh shit. You make me nervous. Damn It Leif, you made me screw up the level," she said, releasing the joystick.
"What a shame. Well you've got the high score. Not my fault if you can't handle me talking close to your neck. I didn't screw you up on purpose, I swear. Have a beer. Have both if you need. Prepare for your ass kicking," he added handing her both beers.
She chuckled.
He hunkered down with the joystick. Leif was a lot better than she expected, and his technique, though he wasn't as methodical and careful as she was, was just as good, and he safely guided the frog to the lily pad over several levels.
She watched him engrossed, and sipped her beer. He played so long she sat her empty beer bottle down, and forgetting that the other beer was for him, she absent minded-ly began sipping the other beer.
At about two and a half beers, she felt more than a little giddy, and almost tipsy.
"Just, just don't beat my high score you shit," she said looking over his shoulder, watching him demolish the levels. He was very close to beating her high score. It had taken her about six months of visiting this bar to get that score. Lately she was only beating herself at the game.
"Really? Really Lynne. Your precious ego can't stand me beating your high score. That score is the only thing you live for in life. That's fine...I...I'll be a man. I'll show you valor. I'll jump into the air. There, your ego is spared," he added with a devilish twinkle in his eye.
They chuckled in unison.
He reached out to her for his beer when he noticed she was already drinking it.
"You're also a little lush. I asked you to hold my beer, not drink it," he teased taking it from her hands playfully.
"I, I can get you another beer if you don't want to drink it, because I already started it,"
He grabbed it from her fingers. Then he tipped his head back and devoured the beer with a few long swigs, as though he was the thirstiest man alive.
"You're so shy, that's probably the closest I'll get to tasting you right now, and I'll take it," he added, wiping his upper lip with the back of his hand when he was through with the beer as though it had quenched his eternal thirst.
