Broken Locks

Touchy Much?

"Oh my gosh, he's dead!" I laugh. "Geez, why'd he agree to play if he was such a light weight?" I ask leaning over poking Alex's face, after only a few rounds of the game, and with Alex totally losing, he passed out cold.

Sean laughs with me. "No idea, at least he played this time."

Jack shakes his head. "He's gonna be in rough shape tomorrow."

"Honestly so will I, luckily I'm pretty good at not passing out." I grin widely. "Shall we continue?"

Sean nods. "You're up, this round is another random one."

I don't hesitate. "Guns!" I pronounce loudly making Jack flinch, the reaction I was looking for, so I can assume that no one knows he has a gun in his room, and that he's not supposed to have one. "I have held and shot a few, at least once in my life."

Sean studies my face, which I keep as plain as possible. Truth is, guns scare me, I've never held one much less shot one.

"I call fake on this one sorry Viv!" Sean sells me out, Jack sits there a second.

"I agree with Sean."

"Ugh! Dangit! I thought I had you guys!" I laugh and hold out my glass for Sean to fill, drinking it down quickly we move on to Jack.

"I get nervous just a bit when we run a con." I watch his features, no sense of a lie, and his smile seemed bashful.

"That seems unlikely considering how you held your own with the con at the hospital."

"But..." Sean pushes knowing there's a but in there. "I do remember our con's together when we first became a team, the way his eyes shifted, always looking showed he was nervous so I say it's true."

I look at Jack. "You wanted to know how I was not nervous, there you have it. I was, but I hide it well."

"Hmmm. Now I feel obligated to say truth!"

Sean nods. "Jack passes this round, my turn!" He pauses then starts again. "This amazing looking being you see before you is part Latino, part Navajo, and a little white."

I look at him blankly. "What kind of truth is that, do you expect me to believe it?"

He grins, not missing a beat. "Duh! That's the point!"

I roll my eyes. "Well, I don't! So I call a fake!"

Jack starts laughing. "It's all true except the Navajo. He's Hispanic."

"What? It still has to count as a lie, he said Navajo, and he's not!"

Jack shakes his head. "He passes this round too, cause at one time we all thought he was because the report came back wrong. It's our teams inside joke, so when he says it he doesn't mean literally."

I glare at the both of them. Sean pipes in. "Yes! So since your the only one who didn't pass this round, you have to answer a question from me."

"O-kay?" I scrunch my nose up at the suggestion.

"Don't worry Viv, it's a childhood question. Nicknames you've had or still have, and the reason behind them."

"Oh! Okay, no real nicknames, only an abbreviated version of my name, Viv, Vee, or Anna."

Jack looks to Sean. "What kind of question was that? It's too easy."

Sean laughs. "You know why I asked." He explains to me" All of us have nicknames since you're one of us now, you need one, we'll find one by the end of tonight."

"Okay, Jack you're up, and this round is I guess nicknames."

"Speedy."

"Like DC comics?" I ask confused.