Nick & Bailey

32. Bailey

We play a few games of cards while passing the bottle back and forth. I thought about getting some cups, but then didn't see the point. The first few sips were rough going down, but our throats eventually became numb and the alcohol became much smoother. It's about half gone when we decide we've had enough of cards. Trying to see them in the candle light is beginning to hurt my eyes.

Nick is in rare form tonight, joking, and flirting, and touching me every chance he gets, not that I've noticed. Meanwhile, I am a giggly mess. I'm not stingy with my laughter on a regular day, but when I get vodka-drunk, I have no control over it. And with Nick being in the great mood he is in, it's making me even more giddy.

"So what should we do now?" Nick asks as we are collecting the deck of cards.

I take a drink from the bottle and think. "Oh I know! Let's play twenty questions."

"What's that?"

"It's like the easiest game in the world. We each ask the other person twenty questions, and they have to answer honestly. No matter what." Okay, so that's not really how you play twenty questions, but it's always my go-to when I'm trying to feel someone out.

"Sure, why not?" I hand him the bottle and he tilts it back, pouring more down his throat.

"Great! Do you want to go first?"

He shakes his head.

"That's fine. Um...we'll start out easy. What were you talking to my mom about on the phone earlier?" I've been wondering ever since but didn't want to be nosy.

"Nothing really. She was just wishing me luck tomorrow when I move in."

"You're leaving tomorrow? How did I not know that?"

He shrugs. "I don't know. You didn't ask, I guess." Ouch. "And that's two questions."

I roll my eyes. "Fine. Your turn."

He rubs his chin like he's thinking, "What do you think is going to happen to Jon Snow?"

I gasp and playfully punch his shoulder. "You read the books!" If he's asking about Jon Snow, that means he's read all of them.

He laughs. "Of course. They were incredible."

"Now I'll just need to get you to watch the show. And I'll need to plead the fifth on that question because the show actually goes past the books and I don't want to potentially ruin something for you."

He nudges me with his elbow. "I thought you had to answer."

"Well, it's my game, my rules."

He laughs and takes a drink from the bottle before passing it to me. "Your turn."

"Let's make this more interesting," I say and take a drink. "What's your sex number?"

"My number? Is that like my favorite position or something?"

"Jesus Christ, you don't know anything!" I laugh. "How many people have you had sex with? Or 'fucked' as you might say?"

"Um...I don't know."

I scoff. "How do you not know? That many?"

He laughs. "No. At least I don't think so. It's not like I made a list."

"Okay. Just give me a ballpark figure." I take a drink and brace myself for his answer. Based on his reputation, I don't know what to expect. It feels like every other girl in our school has slept with him, but that's probably an exaggeration...I hope.

He takes the bottle from me, grazing his hand over mine. "I would say...more than ten, less than twenty."

"Really? That's it?" I was expecting double that.