You’re not exactly sure how it came to this, but Ziros is facing-off across a table from the handsome blond guy who seems to own this place, and now they’re both gonna try to drink each other under for a chance at…what? The blond guy wants to ask you out?!
That’s flattering, but also—he could technically have done that without a contest. It’s not like he actually needs Ziros’ permission or something.
And besides. You might just say no.
It makes no sense.
Although, maybe he’s right in assuming Ziros would have stopped him.
After all, your hot book boyfriendhasbeen doing a pretty convincing job of playing bodyguard. You never thought he’d take something like this so seriously, but here he is.
As if reading your mind, the hot blond guy shoots you a wink and says, “How about we sweeten the stakes?”
And even though Ziros is still sitting steady in his seat, maybe all the drinks he’s just downed are starting to affect him, because he leans forward and says, “Alright, Blondie. Tell me what you got in mind.”
You’ve never been surrounded by so much hot male attention at once before, and it’s making you a bit flustered.
Or maybe that’s the drink you’re nursing, also having an effect.
You grabbed it from a tray a few minutes ago, but you thought it was just fruit juice. You sure couldn’ttasteany alcohol in it, but now that you’ve reached the bottom, it’s starting to hit you: That was definitely an alcoholic cocktail you just drank.
You’d been intending to stay sober just in case Mr. Cocky Bodyguard, AKA Ziros, needs a shoulder to lean on.
Oops?So much for that idea.
At least you look hot while you’re at it, wearing just that skimpy little metallic gold bikini with the cheeky bottoms. Every time someone checks you out, it feels like you’ve just won another point in some secret game.
Winner! Success! Hot chick here!
You sure seem to be enjoying this. Maybe that means you’re getting drunk.
And the drinkisgood.
You take another sip, draining the glass.
It’s hard to believe this was all just a dressing room fantasy not so many hours ago. You’ve even got the oversized sunglasses, though they’re pushed up atop your head. Turns out sunglasses at night make things a little bit hard to see.
And now here you are, the actual center of attention in your cheeky little gold bikini that’s so tiny, it’s practically a thong.
Well.
Okay, maybe Ziros and the blond guy are the center of attention, but you seem to betheircenter of attention, so that’s got to count for something.
Everyone else seems to be watching their drinking battle intently, cheering them on with each new glass they down.
Is this okay? Are you going to have to call an ambulance for one of them? But you’ve already lost count of how many drinks they’ve each had, and they’re showing no signs of over-intoxication.
Or evenanyintoxication. Well. Not much, anyway.
Ziros makes sense.
He’s not human, after all.
But the blond guy?
Howheis holding his liquor is beyond you.
“I’m thinking our stakes are a little one-sided,” he says, swirling his glass before downing it, setting the empty cup back on the table with aclink. “How about this: If I lose, you get a night on my superyacht, all to yourselves. All the luxury pampering you can dream of—plus a crew to take you wherever you want to go, of course.”
