"I seriously don't understand how you drink this stuff," I say as I pour some bourbon into my glass and quickly down it.
"You just can't appreciate good alcohol because you're so young," Damon taunts, grabbing the bottle from me.
I think we're on our second bottle of bourbon and we're almost halfway finished with it. Damon said that when the bottle is done, so is the game because he doesn't want me to drink all of his good bourbon.
"Oh, right. I'm sorry I wasn't around when they made this stuff like you were."
"You get snarky when you're drunk," he observes with a laugh.
"I'm not drunk," I argue. "I'm tipsy. There's a difference."
Damon laughs. "Well, whichever one means you're not going to throw up on any of my furniture, I'm okay with."
"C'mon, let's finish the game," I urge, shaking his arm.
"Okay, let me think. I got it. Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex," he admits.
I sigh and hold my glass out to him. Damon raises an eyebrow at me.
"You've clearly never partied with Catholic school girls before," I say as he fills my glass and I drink.
"No, but now I want to," he says with a playful smile and I laugh. "Your turn."
"Never have I ever...killed someone," I finally say with a smug smile.
Damon glares at me. "That, my friend, was a low blow."
"Drink up, serial killer," I taunt.
He rolls his eyes as reluctantly raises the glass to his lips. "I'm going to get you for that."
"Looking forward to it," I laugh as I stand up, but I almost fall and Damon grabs my waist.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, an amused smile playing at his lips.
"To get some water," I reply, pulling away from him and starting to walk to the kitchen. "Because I clearly need to sober up."
"But the game was just getting good," he frowns as I get a water bottle from the fridge and he sits on a stool.
"For you it was," I laugh. "I can tell you're imagining me kissing girls at a party."
"You know me so well," he grins. "But lets finish the game."
"Fine, but I'm not drinking anymore because I don't want to be hungover in the morning."
"More for me then," he shrugs, taking a swig directly from the bottle.
"Classy."
"I try. Okay, I have a good one. Never have I ever had sex before."
I stare at him in disbelief for a second before I burst out laughing at his 'discreet' attempt to ask about my sex life. Although ever since I broke up with my last boyfriend two months ago, I haven't really had a 'sex life' to talk about.
"If you wanted to know if I was a virgin," I say as I calm down and catch my breath. "All you had to do was ask."
"Okay, then. Have you had sex before?" he asks with an amused smile.
"Yes, I have if you must know," I confess as I sit on the stool next to him.
"Hmm, interesting."
"What's so interesting about that?" I infer, still curious why he asked me that question.
