"Fork," Jinx says.
"Corkscrew," Jace replies.
"Respect."
Jagger rolls his eyes, but I catch him hiding a smile behind his glass.
"Never have I ever," Jace says slowly, "fallen in love with someone I was supposed to kill."
He drinks. He looks at Elliot while he does it, and the look that passes between them makes my chest tight.
After a moment, Jagger drinks too.
"When were you supposed to kill me?" I ask him.
"Multiple times. It was strongly recommended in your file."
"And you didn't."
"Obviously not. You're still here."
"That's almost romantic."
"I'm a romantic person."
Jinx makes a gagging sound. "This is disgusting. I need more alcohol to cope with how disgusting this is."
We keep playing. I learn that Jinx once seduced a mark's wife, husband, and personal assistant in the same weekend. That Jace doesn't know how to swim. That Elliot can pick any lock made before 1990 and is a whiz with computers. That Jagger has read every book in his apartment at least three times, including the boring ones.
"What qualifies as boring?" I ask.
"Economic theory. Political philosophy. The entire collected works of Freud."
"You read Freud three times?"
"It was a phase."
"That's not a phase. That's a cry for help."
Jinx snorts. "He also alphabetizes his spices. In Latin."
"That's not true," Jagger says.
"It's absolutely true. I've seen it." Jinx pokes.
"It's organized. There's a difference."
"There's really not."
I make a mental note to check the spice cabinet when we get back. If we get back. The thought sobers me for a moment, but Jinx is already pouring another round.
"Never have I ever," Elliot says, his words starting to slur at the edges, "worn something ridiculous for a mission."
Everyone drinks except me.
"Details," I demand. "All of you. Now."
Jinx goes first. "Clown costume. Full makeup, red nose, big shoes. I had to infiltrate a children's birthday party. The mark was the entertainment."
