"Did Riot buy that bear for you?"
Riot pushed them back. "Will you let the woman breathe? Don't worry about how she got here. She's here now and that's all that matters.
"Where is she sleeping?" Cherry crossed her arms.
Riot paused. I'd slept in his room last night. But now it wasn't exactly an emergency, where would I sleep?
"I'll air out one of the spare rooms. Leave her alone before I go get a broom."
The girls backed away, sharing looks that made them giggle. Callahan reached for me protectively, and we all went inside just as the sun was setting. Someone turned the radio on and a song I'd never heard before blared loudly into the room.
"Is this a song from the future?" I asked Cal. While Riot was in the shower, Callahan had explained to me that the bunker had lied to us about what year the bombs had gone off. He'd briefly told me about the new music, movies, and other media that we'd see up here. This must be one of those things. Whatever the song was, it was catchy.
"’Love is a Battlefield’?" Cherry grinned. "I love Pat Benatar. Atlas Adam always plays the good stuff. Come, sit by me Eleanor. I need to know everything."
I liked Cherry's bubbly energy. I abandoned Cal's side and joined her on the couch. I pulled my shirt down over my knees, and couldn't help but notice everyone's eyes were drawn to my thighs. I blushed, realizing I may have given them a peak at my panties.
A large brown bottle was passed around the newly formed circle. I sat between Bonnie and Cherry, and Riot, Callahan, and sat directly across from me, with Boone beside Bonnie and Soda next to Cherry. I tried to pass the bottle to Cherry, but she pushed it back.
"No, you have to take a drink. Have you ever had alcohol?"
I shook my head furiously, which caused laughter.
"How old are you, again?"
"She's 18," Riot interceded. "An adult. Now, will you cut that shit out?"
The circle grew quiet. "You're 18?" Bonnie stared at me, eyes incredulous. I blushed sheepishly.
"I know, I was the shortest Young Lady in my class."
Cherry quickly helped break the tension. "You are pretty short. I'm almost a full head higher. That's alright. Maybe once you get named it'll be incorporated."
"Named?"
"Everyone gets a name eventually. I'm not actually Cherry Pop. My mother named me Blair." She stuck out her tongue.
"Drink up, shorty," Bonnie gently urged the bottle to my lips. I drank quickly and gagged as it burned my throat and belly. I coughed and the room chuckled as I passed it to Cherry.
"Please don't name me shorty."
We went a few more rounds of sharing the bottle until it was empty. They called them shots, and I'd had four of them before the bottle was drained. Boone tossed it aside and pulled another bottle from his bag.
"Please no more," I groaned, which caused laughter from everyone but Callahan. My vision was doubled and everything was spinning.His face was grim and he looked ready to go into Daddy mode.
"Okay, fine, why don't we play a game? Truth or dare anyone?" Cherry suggested.
"Truth or dare?" I blinked, trying to steady myself, but I was definitely wobbling.
"It's fun. Especially with more people. Here, you start, truth or dare?" Boone asked me.
"You don't have to play," Callahan said sharply.
"I know, Daddy." The title slipped from my lips and I was instantly mortified. My already warm face was now red hot. "Uh, truth," I said quickly, hoping people would move on.
Boone tapped his furry chin. "Eleanor, are you a virgin?"
I gasped, but the room just giggled more.
