“It’s two hundred, eighty-six dollars and sixty-six cents…per day,” Jasmin said.
“Whatever,” Candy said with a laugh.
“No, she’s right.” Mandy leaned forward and looked at her like she was an alien. “How did you do that? And in your drunken state?”
She shrugged. “I’m good at math.”
Sandy also seemed intrigued by this. “So you can do that…all in your head?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” she challenged. “What’s four hundred and twenty-three multiplied by…eighty-two?”
Jasmin laughed, because she really didn’t see the point of the challenge, but answered anyway. “Thirty…thirty-four thousand, six hundred, and eighty-six.”
“She did that faster than I could type,” Mandy said.
“You are drunk,” Jasmin pointed out.
“So are you.”
“Next one. What’s two thousand, nine hundred and…ninety-five multiplied by…eight thousand and seventy-six?”
“Why are we doing this?”
“Because, unlike your pick-up line, this is actually cool.”
She smiled at the thought. It was nice that they appreciated the talent instead of teasing her about it like some of the kids did at school. It was nice to be considered…cool. “It’s twenty-four million, one hundred and eighty-seven thousand, six hundred and twenty.”
Sandy looked over Mandy’s shoulder at her cell phone. “You’re unbelievable!”
Candy excused herself and left the table. She didn’t come back. Jasmin knew exactly where she went. Kevin was all alone in their hotel room and Candy wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. Jasmin did her best to ignore it and focused on having fun with the other two ladies. Thisbeat the calculatorbecame a new drinking game. The bigger the numbers, the more alcohol they consumed. Needless to say, when the night finally came to an end, she needed assistance getting back to her hotel room.
“Special delivery,” Mandy sang as she knocked on the door.
Kevin opened it a few seconds later and even though she’d been looking at strippers all night, the sight of his bare chest caused her body to heat up to an abnormally high level. The silver chain around his neck drew her eyes to the rounded muscles of his chest and his perfectly sculpted abs.
He shook his head when he saw them. “Oh, God. What did you guys do to her?”
“Kevin,” Jasmin said unsteadily, struggling to stand on her own in her heels, “I have a pick-up line for you. Tell meif this would work…According to the stecond rule of therm-thermodynamics…you’re supposed to shhhare your hotness with me.”
He gave a small chuckle. “It’s cute.”
She turned to the other ladies. “See? He gets it.”
“I think he’s the only one who does. And he said it’s cute, not sexy. But I have to admit, your human calculator trick was very impressive. That type of nerdiness is acceptable.”
“All right, ladies,” he said, firmly grasping her elbow. “I think I’ll take it from here.”
They said their goodnights and he closed the door, taking wobbly steps with her as they walked to the bed. “Kevin, I want you know that I’mreallydrunk…so I need you to try your hardessst to not take a’vantage of me.”
“Damn.” He feigned disappointment. “Drunk girls are always my favorite, but I’ll try my best.”
Her lethargic laugh came out more like a snort. She was glad that he took it for the joke it was instead of getting uncomfortable like he usually did.
The leopard print carpet was messing with her vision and making her head spin. They stumbled a few more steps and it became even more difficult to keep her balance. “This carpet is grabbing my feet!”
It felt like her heel had hooked in the threads and she tried to twist out of it, but the quick spin threw her off. Somehow her leg twisted around Kevin’s and she tripped, pulling him down with her as she collapsed onto the bed.
