His stance was wide enough to allow her access and she awkwardly, stiffly, sat down on one of his thighs. Rylie wasn’t sure if he wanted her there, and her heart felt heavy. Netto didn't touch her but kept one arm at his side and one arm on the table. It was awkward, she felt awkward, and prayed for a distraction. He twirled his full cup of vodka silently as a sopping wet Janet and Zeph reappeared.
“Netto, truth or dare?” Janet practically jumped into her seat. Rylie held her breath.
“Truth.”
“Do you like my sister sitting on your lap?”
Rylie buried her face into her hands and squeaked.
“Yes.”
It came out so fast she was unsure if she heard right or if she believed it. She lifted her fingers away and looked up at him and whispered, “Sorry.”
He nodded at her.
“I knew it! I knew there was something between you two. You guys might as well stop denying it.”
“There's obviously something between you and Zeph,” Rylie responded.
“There is!?” Zeph hollered and took hold of her sister, placing her in his lap again. He leaned forward conspiringly. “Do you think she'll let me have my way with her?”
Rylie leaned back as her face went bright red before she stammered, “I won't answer that unless I'm forced to.” She wiped her sweaty palms against her shirt.
“Your turn man,” Zeph said, facing Netto with a smirk. He shifted in his seat as if he were bracing himself for impact. Rylie lifted her cup to her lips but didn't drink.Don't pick me, don't pick me, please, don't pick me.
“Rylie, truth or dare?”
Fuck!
She closed her eyes and reopened them to peer up at Netto. Her lips twisted, unsure of which she should choose, which being the lesser evil.
“Dare?”
His eyes locked with hers and she waited, uncomfortable while he decided what he would dare her to do. Rylie felt hopeful, uneasy, excited, and anxious all at once.
He raised his hand and took her cup away from her, “I dare you to stop drinking.” He placed it away from her. Rylie frowned, her eyes trailing after it.
“Really? That's no fun. Make her do something else,” Janet pleaded. “Dare her to lick your teeth, or to give you a lap dance. Oh my god, make her give you a lap dance!” Janet laughed maniacally.
“No.”
“Bummer.”
Rylie no longer wanted to play anymore. The light buzz she’d been experiencing faded. Her tongue plastered to the roof of her mouth.
“Well,” Zeph said, “I think I should get you warmed up again.” He hefted Janet into his arms. Her sister didn't put up a fight.
“But what about the game?” Janet slapped at his chest. Rylie watched them as they headed for the interior.
“The real game is about to begin.”
The top deck became silent and that silence only made her more aware. She stiffly got up from Netto's lap and moved to sit across from him. He was watching her when she found the courage enough to look up at him.
“You don't drink?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
