My friend Tiffany and I were betting each other like always. The Green Bay Packers were going against the New Orleans Saints in the Superdome. The second quarter had just started when a can of Bud Light popped open. This would make her fourth one since arriving in my apartment. It wouldn't take long for the blue can to be drained empty.
I was still trying to wrap my head around the sudden bet. She hated Green Bay, and yet she chose them of all teams that were playing this week. At the time, I didn't think much of it since I was a big fan of the Saints. What made it even more suspicious was that she wanted to bet 100 dollars. We usually stick to 10-20 bucks at most.
The Saints was leading the score 3-0 and was on the verge of scoring again. Tiffany quaffed down the beer like it was water, the poor can was drained of its liquid in under a minute.
"Jay, you should've gotten the taller cans instead of the regular ones," she said, crushing the lifeless can with all of her might. " Stop being cheap and buy some next time."
"I do remember you having a job," I said coldly, not taking my eyes off the screen. I could feel the money in my pocket already. "I am not your personal ATM machine."
"So, you can bet 100 bucks but can't buy more beer?"
"Tell your boyfriend to buy it for you."
I knew mentioning her ex would piss her off. I turned my head to the right wondering how she would react to the comment. She was looking at me as if I were some hideous creature that crawled out of the sewers asking for food. A few seconds later, Jameis Winston threw a touchdown pass to Alvin Kamara, giving the Saints a nine-point lead.
I shot up to my feet with clenched fists in the air yelling, "Yes! That's' what I'm talking about baby! Lets go!"
Tiffany rolled her eyes as she got up to get another beer, her flip-flops clapped with every step. My eyes followed as if to be magnetized, her smooth legs somehow looked even sexier today. She was one of those girls that hung around a lot of guys and didn't sleep with any of them. She was 5'4 with a messy bob cut that was blonde, her round face was a soft beige complexion with freckles. A fishtail nose ring added to her cuteness.
Even though she was petite with a fuckable face, she had a nice little ass to go with a surprisingly big chest. Her noticeable features was all natural unlike a lot of women today. She sprouted nicely without the need of special enhancements.
I wanted to make a move, but I was too afraid of rejection and possibly ruining our friendship. Fortune favours the bold, but sometimes being bold isn't enough. Their was too much to lose as their was to gain.
The refrigerator door slammed shut, causing me to jump a little. I looked over to the right and saw Tiffany standing by the fridge. I could tell a complaint was coming by the look on her face.
"We're out of beer," she said annoyed.
"Okay, and?"
"And I want more."
"Then go buy some and come back," I said as I turned my attention back to the game. The Packers went three and out, forcing them to punt the ball back to the Saints. Aaron Rodgers was having a bad day in the pocket, the defense bullied the O-line on every play.
Tiffany stood by the fridge with her arms folded, expecting something to be done about the extinction of bud light in the apartment. She was wearing light blue denim cutoff shorts with a tucked in white T-shirt. Her tiny foot was tapping the floor with impatience. A tornado was forming from her irritation and my calmness.
"You're being a bad host," she said abruptly.
"Really? Even though I bought the six-pack and let you drink four of them while I had two?"
"You know four measly beers isn't enough for me. That's like tossing a cup of water into The Sahara Desert."
I shook my head knowing she wouldn't stop until she got more alcohol. I was probably one of the few guys she knew that didn't bow down to her every command. I'm a nice guy but far from a pushover.
"I'm not buying you anymore beer," I said as I reached for my own can and took a nice long sip. I could feel her gray daggers stabbing me a million times over.
Green Bay called for a timeout to momentarily stop the abuse to its defense. Commercial break came and the first ad to be shown was for bud light. I couldn't believe the timing and laughed, almost spitting out the beer in my mouth. Seeing the advertisement for something she couldn't have put her in a bad mood.
She flounced back into the living room and sat on the couch next to me. We were shoulder to shoulder. Her arms were still folded as she glowered at the television. My heart dribbled between the lines of nervousness and excitement. I was expecting her to sit on the far end since she was upset with me.
I turned and looked at her; she gave me the evil side-eye. She crossed her attractive legs Sharon Stone-like, then rolled her eyes back to the flat-screen.
