Choices We Make

22.

"I won... again!" Cassie cheered loudly, giggling to herself as Isabella threw cards on the ground with a defeated sigh.

She gingerly pushed herself forward and unwrapped a messily written note.

"Can you tell a funny story about yourself what you haven't told anyone else?" She read out loud, frowning to herself. "Why am I getting all vanilla questions? Fucking hell."

"You wrote them yourself... now answer."

By now they were an hour in the game and so far, Isabella had lost three times (not including this). Meaning she had downed a shot of cheap vodka, taken off her sock and answered a question. Cassie lost only once, grinning smugly with a shot of vodka circling in her blood system.

Isabella folded legs under herself, dropping scrunched paper on the ground. "I was in a year nine, I don't remember correctly... but we were having a lab class. I was paired with a douche-bag who surprisingly was good at chemistry."

Isabella chuckled, remembering a good old story of teenage embarrassment.

"For additional information, I was... still am a klutz. We had to light this candle and without counting the distance between my face and fire, I burned my brows."

Cassie needed a second to catch up with the visionary imagination and she burst out into a fit of laugher.

"It's not funny. I could've become a human torch!"

"What... how did the teacher reacted?"

"He was an old man with an eyesight problem and too old to teach — he poured a bottle of water on my head, making me look like a drenched rat."

Cassie's laugher doubled and soon Isabella joined in. She can't deny redhead has a contiguous laugher.

"Shall we continue?" Isabella asked, taking a deck of uni cards and started shuffling. "This time I promise I'll win. You will see."

"I will be rooting for you, darling."

"Piss off," Isabella glared at smug-looking Cassie. She counted the cards for both of, mumbling to herself. "You're going down now."

Well, Cassie was ready to beat Isabella once again — you can practically see from enormous gloat, rubbing into Isabella's face. Isabella on other hand was glaring at redhead — she would lie saying, she wasn't competitive.

And definitely not a sour loser.

"Ha! Take that... boom, I win!" Isabella shouted placing a plus-four as her last card.

Cassie smirked. "You didn't say, Uno. Pick it up, sweet cheeks. Game isn't over yet."

"I said, Uno!" Isabella threw her hands in the air, narrowing eyes at Cassie who started shaking head. "I did... Uno. See? I just said that. I win."

"You're a freaking child."

Isabella folded hands under the chest, smugly grinning at Cassie. "Well, you will be kissing a child then."

"Who says I'm going to kiss you again?"

"Me. I say you cannot fight my charm. I'm irresistible."

"Think again,-" Cassie paused, lips wobbling into a smirk as she got arms under her own shirt and took off a bra. "-close your mouth, babe."

Isabella's eyes widened, mouth went dry seeing a black laced bra laying near her legs. She swallowed. "What... um, what are you um, doing?"

"I'm letting you win."

The thought of Cassie only being with a thin t-shirt was tuning off any system what was responsible for proper functioning.