More vodka was added.
Kaden: “Never have I ever gotten a tattoo I regretted.”
Keegan drank, Bristol didn’t.
“I was drunk and stupid.”
“What’s the tattoo of?”
“An anchor.” He tapped over his left shoulder to show where it was. “Luckily, I never have to look at it.”
Bristol: “Never have I ever slept in the nude.”
Both men drank. Kaden had to get more.
“Every night, darlin’,” Kaden supplied.
Keegan: “Never have I ever regifted something someone gave me.”
Bristol downed what was in her glass, laughing. She knew she should chill on the shots, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. For the first time in a long time, she was totally chill.
“It gets worse,” she explained, giggling. “It was a gift from Bianca. I gifted it back to her two years later. She totally busted me.”
Both men laughed and she realized how much she loved the rough grind of their voices.
Keegan supplied more alcohol.
Kaden: “Never have I ever talked my way out of a ticket.”
Bristol drank, Keegan didn’t.
“I was sixteen,” she told them. “And in my defense, I’ve never been pulled over since.”
Another refill.
Bristol: “Never have I ever hated a gift but said I loved it.”
Both men looked at one another, then drank.
“Our mother buys us socks for Christmas every year,” Kaden noted.
Keegan: “Never have I ever tried to make someone jealous.”
Bristol grinned, drank, and so did Kaden.
“That same guy in high school,” she told them. “David.”
“Did it work?”
She grinned at the memory. “Nope. But I figure that was my good fortune. He’s been married three times now.”
Kaden: “Never have I—”
“Okay,” Bristol interrupted. “One more, then I have to stop or I’ll be sick.”
“Party pooper,” Keegan teased as he poured a small amount in her glass.
Kaden: “Never have I ever wanted to date two men at one time.”
