Tumy sat next to me with her cat on her lap. I was okay with the thing because it hadn’t bothered me, and most of the time, I forgot he was here.
“What kind of game?” She put the cat on the floor and turned toward me. Her hair was pulled in a messy ball with a scarf wrapped around the edges. A burnt orange silk short pajama set covered her body. I should say barely covered because the shorts were short. The first two buttons on the shirt were open, and I noticed she didn’t have a bra on. It wasn’t like we had anywhere to go, and I’d already seen her naked, so she didn’t need one on.
“How about a little never have I ever? It’s some liquor in the cabinet.”
“I guess.” She shrugged. “We can’t do anything else. I haven’t played that game since college.”
“I never played it, but I’ve been around when other people have.”
Some of my friends had to play games like that to get pussy, but I never had a problem. I wasn’t trying to trick no chick out of some ass. If it happened, it happened. If it didn’t, I moved on. I was never pressed.
I got up from the couch to get the bottle of white liquor I’d peeped earlier when I was in the kitchen. There were a couple of shot glasses in the cabinet, so I grabbed those too.
Tumy had lowered the volume on the television and wrapped herself in one of the throw blankets.
“You gonna get hot fucking with this,” I told her as I held the bottle up.
“Maybe, maybe not.” She smirked.
I sat down, then put the bottle and glasses on the table. I poured us each a shot, then passed her one.
“Let’s start with something simple. Never have I ever gotten a speeding ticket.”
She looked at me for a few seconds, then took her shot back, closing her eyes while she did. She coughed a little and patted her chest before she giggled. I shook my head, then threw my shot back.
“Never have I ever given someone a fake name.”
I cut my eyes at her and poured her another shot. “I know you’ve used plenty of fake names.”
“And have.” She stuck her tongue out and tossed the shot into her mouth.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her silliness. She was much looser than she was the first day. I liked that she’d been comfortable enough to be herself around me.
I picked up the remote and put on some music.
We asked a few more simple questions. I had to take a couple more shots than Tumy did, but I was still sober.
“Never have I ever kissed a celebrity.”
Tumy’s eyes widened when I drank my shot.
She put her shot glass on the table and leaned toward me. “Who?” Her elbows rested on her knees as she put her hands on the side of her face.
“Cute ass,” I teased. She looked like a little kid waiting for candy.
“Don’t try to distract me.” She blushed. “Who was it?”
“Symphony.”
Tumy gasped as her eyes got big as saucers.
Symphony was a local artist from Sunrise Valley, but she’d blown up over the last few years.
“Like when y’all were younger, or after she became a household name?”
“Like backstage at one of her concerts.”
Some other shit went on after that kiss, but I kept it to myself. Symphony and I were still cool, but nothing happened again after that night.
