The lights were giving her a headache. The bar was full of happy lights and all of them were flashing the lovely colors of red, green and yellow. They were blending in her mind as she sat at the end of the table. He looked so good today. His brown glance carefully avoided hers even though they sat across from each other.

Conversation in three languages all mixed and mingled and yet she couldn’t hear them at all. The tension between eyes made the room instantly silent. But there was still something in the distance that she could hear. It was loud and clear, the beating of a heart. Was it her own? Yeah she was excited. Why? She had only had a few drinks. She knew her limit and knew very well not to empty the glass or else she’d have to face drinking even more. Her fingers carefully caressed the rim of the half-full glass. There was nothing more she wanted than this.

Her moment of bliss was interrupted when she heard the suggestion of playing a drinking game. She really loved those only because she was normally good at them. But then it was a game just like any other and games were her life. She waited for the game to be announced. Truth or dare, it seemed to be, this game in particular wasn’t her favorite but she knew people would either be very drunk in the end because they paid the consequence or something interesting just might happen.

Had the game started already? A girl was dared to sing, another was dared to dance on the table in which she politely declined to do and took the alcohol potion that the group had made. Then someone called her name. She pointed at herself.

“Me?”

“Yeah you! Truth or dare?”

It was so sudden but she was feeling adventurous.

“Dare.”

The person pointed to the object of her interest who seemed even more surprised than she was. Their eyes met briefly and then she stood up and walked carefully to where he was. She sat on his lap, face to face and her legs wrapped tightly around his. She took him by the wrists all the while her soft touch was turning his cocoa butter colored skin red all over. She carefully placed his hands upon her full breasts and leaned in ever so slightly whispering sweet things in his ear in his native tongue.

She wrapped him in her love, inserting passion and lust. His lips brushed hers slightly before they opened, welcoming her. She held on to the wall for support and he held on to her. He didn’t let go he was holding it as long as he could and when they parted she dizzy from the experience stumbled back to her chair. Her friends broke into a chorus of laughter and celebration. Her object of affection was shyly hiding behind his hair and she decided to take the rest of that shot after all.