When I got to the grocery store, I looked at the list: Two bottles of tequila and a dozen limes. It was a very simple request, but two bottles? I knew Chris was up to something.
Arriving home, I saw Gina’s car in the driveway. Instantly, my heart started racing. I knew that Chris was planning something, but I didn’t know exactly what. I walked in with the liquor and saw Gina on the couch next to Katie. She was crying and hugging her sister through some muffled, sobbing sentiments about Danny. Chris was on the recliner and motioned for me to cut up some limes.
“Katie, would you and your sister like a shot? Sean bought some tequila for us,” Chris offered in a compassionate voice.
Right away, I knew Chris was being a gentleman only to gain Gina’s respect and comfort.
“Yes, please,” Katie, said. Then turning back to Gina she continued, “In a few drinks you’ll realize what a loser Danny is, so don’t even worry about him.”
I fetched four shot glasses and cut up some lime wedges. Trying to be fancy, I slit the limes in the middle and placed them on the rim of the tequila filled shot glasses. I handed one to everyone and then went to get the salt.
As my back was turned, I heard Gina’s sobs come to an end as she commented, “I’ve had a tequila sunrise, but I’ve never done a shot of tequila before…”
Before she could finish, Chris and his Dominant personality interrupted, “Don’t worry, I’ll show you the right way, Gina.”
Damn, I thought to myself, ‘he’s already starting with his lines.’ I knew what was coming…
“Here, Sean, give me the salt,” Chris ordered. He licked the top of his thumb, sprinkled some salt on it, licked it, drank it, and sucked the lime. “Gina, give me your hand,” Chris asked very sweetly. Then, he licked her thumb, sprinkled some salt on it, told her to lick the salt and drink it. After she had finished it, he placed the lime wedge in her mouth for her and told her to suck. Everyone but innocent little Gina knew what was going on.
“Wow, that was strong,” Gina choked, “but i liked it!”
Katie did her shot and before I could even drink mine, Chris had ordered me to fix another round. An hour and several shots later, all Gina’s tears turned to laughter. We were all having fun, mostly at my expense; Chris kept using me as the butt of his jokes. I acted embarrassed, but deep down I loved it. Another hour passed and we all had a really good buzz going when Chris suggested we play a game.
“Did you guys ever play truth or dare in high school? I’ve always wanted to do that again. Now that we are all older, it would be curious to see what kind of questions and dares we’d come up with,” Chris’ idea intrigued us all, but no one seemed more excited about it than Gina.
“Sounds fun,” Gina giggled, “I used to play that at slumber parties, but I always thought it was kinda boring because everyone was always too chicken to make it really interesting. So, how do we get started?”
“Well,” Chris took control, “Before we start, does anyone object if we make it REALLY interesting?” No objections sounded in the room, so he continued, “Ok, let’s see… hmm… Katie, truth or dare?”