Drinks 'n Dares

The Virtues Of Margarita

Chapter Two – The Virtues of Margarita

Claire's POV

"I really don't get why you're so over the moon about Italians." Kira laughed. "I mean what about Spanish guys or those Mexicans? They invented all the good stuff. Like quesadillas, tequila and hey, margaritas!" She raised her glass with a grin and we all followed suit.

"Yeah Carla," I smiled. "Why don't you like Mexicans?"

She took another sip of her margarita, "Firstly, Italians have way more class. And thirdly, I can't help who I like. I just happen to have a weakness for Italians."

"And fad diets and yoga instructors and actors," I muttered. "And don't forget that blonde guy who works with you-"

She mock-glared at me, "His name is Conner and if I have a weakness for him it's only because he does that thing when he's concentrating really hard and he looks all hot and serious and-"

"Okay." Kira smiled. "Enough information."

The three of us had decided to have our Drinks 'n Dares night at a little bar that one of Kira's colleges in photography had recommended, and so far it was going good. It was a nice little place, a blue paint job, dark wooden tables and bar and well, all in all your average bar. But it was clean, the staff were quick and there didn't seem to be any random drunks in the corner. Though I did spy a few individuals at the bar who seemed to be drinking their way into forgetting. But unlike the unfortunates at the bar all our margaritas were non-alcoholic. We didn't need alcohol to have a good time. We were just fine on our own, giggling like maniacs and earning a few admiring looks in our clubbing dresses. Of course, the only really pretty one of us was Kira. But anyway. I was wearing a short, tight-fitting number covered in gold sequins and had my hair up in curls stuck through with fake crème flower pins. Carla was wearing a loose red halter top and extremely short short-shorts with her signature high heels. Carla had a pair of shoes for every occasion. And every single pair of those shoes were ridiculously high and mostly hard to walk in. It never stopped Carla though. Kira on the other hand was wearing a layered floaty black dress that was see-through in certain areas and managed to draw all the male's attention to her nicely tanned legs.

"Okay," Carla clapped her hands together. "Enough about my weaknesses. Let's do what we came here to."

"We've done the drinking..." Kira added.

"...Time for the dares." Carla finished. We giggled.

Over the years we'd developed the Drinks 'n Dares night, because A) When you work at News in Nelsonyou really need the margaritas, B) Because it made us feel like our lives weren't completely boring and C) Because drinks and dares had to go together. Otherwise you didn't have enough courage to go on. Even though our drinks didn't actually make us drunk...I guess it was just psychological courage.

"So who's first?" I asked eagerly. "I have a few dares I want to dish out." And they all involved mini umbrellas.

Claire's smile turned on me, "How about you then? Kira, what are we going to make her do?"

Kira rested her chin on her hands and leaned forward, studying me. Then they both scanned the bar. While they did I allowed myself a moment of nervous anticipation. The dares at drinks night often ran from kissing busboys or flirting with ministers to pretending to be a world-renowned tap-dancer from Norway or seeing how many olives you could fit in your mouth at once. Once Carla and I had dared Kira flirt with this random guy in only Spanish (in which she was fluent). She had to resort to using hand gestures so that he could understand what he was on about. It had beenhilarious.

She'd still gotten his number though.

The only rules for Drinks 'n Dares night were: no nudity, nothing heavier than kissing, nothing reallymean and nothing that could land you in hospital. Although we had ended up in jail once by mistake. Long story...