“I’m saying that as a friend, it would be awkward to have a date with you after all these years.”
“I’m an excellent kisser,” he said, almost affronted by my words.
“I’m sure you are, and I’m glad I’ll never know,” I laughed.
“Let’s get this event started!” Jeff called out as he took his spot on the stage, pulling up a stool as he shuffled the cards. “Alright, we have a packed night, filled with insane questions that will keep you on your toes. Blake is keeping score, so no cheating,” he said pointedly, to which she gave him the finger.
“And if you know what’s good for you, you won’t start any fights, or you’ll end up through the window,” he finished with a smirk. “Alright, let’s get this game started!”
He barely escaped as Blake playfully attempted to shove him off the stool, then returned to her spot where she was keeping score.
“Alright, our first question of the night! What does the Greek word hippopotamus mean?”
My hand shot up before I even realized what I was doing. Jeff grinned, calling on me immediately. “Cassidy. How did I know you would be the first to answer?”
“Are you going to call on me or not, Jeff?”
He pretended to think about it, which only made me stretch my hand higher. I was a sucker for a good trivia game, and competitive to boot.
“Alright, Cassidy, since you seem to be the only person in the bar who knows what the answer is?—”
“Horse of the river!” I blurted out, blowing out a breath when I finally got to set that fun fact free.
“That is correct,” Jeff grinned, his smile bright as I knew he was reminiscing about our high school days. I blushed slightly, remembering a particular study session where our hands did more of the work than our brains.
And it seemed he remembered it too as he coughed into the mic, laughing it off with a shake of his head.
“What was that?” Mav asked curiously.
“Nothing,” I said quickly, shushing him as he was about to make a comment, just as Jeff announced we were moving on to the second question.
“Alright, what was the first book ever printed?”
Someone beat me to the punch by a tenth of a second. When I looked around, I narrowed my eyes at Sam, who was sitting with a group of the Parkers. He stared at me with a smug expression that only slightly masked the desire in his eyes.
“Sam!” Jeff called out.
“The Bible.”
I burst out in laughter, slapping a hand over my mouth. It was really rude to laugh at people, but I couldn’t help it.
“Ooh, I’m sorry. That is not the right answer.”
My hand shot up in the air again, this time, before anyone else.
“Cassidy.”
“The Chinese Diamond Sutra dated 868,” I answered smugly.
“That is correct!”
I turned around and flipped Sam off before turning back to my non-date, who had a huge grin on his face.
“I bet that felt good.”
“It always feels good to prove someone wrong.”
“Yeah,” he coughed. “That’s what I meant.”
