The Game according to Scribbles

Final Chapter

1. And once again, they made their way to the bar, hand in hand.

3S's

Her footsteps fell in immediately behind mine as I weaved a path through the maze that is a packed nightclub. I looked back at her.

Stop watching my bum,...you women, constantly objectifying, shameful!

And then she did something that surprised me. She grabbed my butt. Right there, in the middle of the club.

Ooh it's nice and firm! she exclaimed, a playful leer in her voice.

I have to admit that threw me for a second; in one simple move, one split second, she had flipped the script. The hunter had become the hunted. I decided to go with it.

I smiled. Now you owe me dinner. (Subtlety)

Haha, I'll tell you what. I'll get this round of drinks and you can buy me dinner. I was becoming increasingly aware that I had misjudged this petite beauty. She was a predator in her own right, skilled.

We got to the bar and she ordered the drinks; 2 JD and Cokes, on the rocks. She threw her head back, smiled at me and winked. She had just shown me two things, [a]she had been observing me and [b] she could drink with the boys. She knew the game well. I was impressed. I chose not to show it.

Be careful with that, I won't be kissing on no hairy chest. (Suggestion). She looked at me for a second, head cocked, a frown creasing her delicate features, and then a lightbulb went off. Oh! Joker! she giggled, and said no more.

As we waited for our drinks, I started to play with her tattoo again, running my fingertips along the lines and curves, grazing her skin (Sensation) while I told her about my day, the flopped barbecue, "Too many men" playing on cue...

Our drinks came and we left the bar. Some dude was in our spot (I was right to have taken her with me to the bar...damn scavengers). We found another spot behind a banister, and just danced close f0r the rest of the night, whispering things I cant start to remember back and forth, pulling apart briefly to take a sip of our drinks.

My back against the wall, her head on my shoulder, I said, I'm not going to buy you dinner.

She pulled away and looked at me. I'm going to cook you dinner, I said


You can cook? Ok then.


What do you um, what do you...if you don't stop staring at my lips I'm going to have to kiss you.

She smiled and leaned in.

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