Downfall/Don't take the drink
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Revision as of 18:15, 10 June 2014
You reject her offer. Kirsten's announcement sounds ominous, and you want to maintain a clear head. Kirsten pours herself a bigger drink and raises her glass. You nod and watch the horizon turn red, watching Kirsten occasionally sipping her drink.
The sky lost any color when Kirsten finishes her drink. She comes over to you. She gets an ice cube out of the glass and puts it to your lips. You open your lips and suck the ice cube out of her fingers. A faint taste of malt Whiskey fills your mouth. Maybe you shouldn't have rejected the drink, but it's too late now. Kirsten is ready for business.
"Follow me to the bathroom."
"What kind of perverted thing do you want me to do?" you ask alarmed.
"Nothing perverted, just time-consuming. "I, uh, forgot to shave my legs. You will do it for me?"
"You forgot?"
"Somehow, yeah."
You make a face. "Did you not put on underwear to draw into that stupid bet on purpose?" you ask.
"Who - me? Why would I set up a trap only a gullible person would fall into?" she says mockingly. "Come on, Debs. The sooner you start, the sooner you're finished."
There is a twisted logic in it. A bet is a bet, and unless you want to start an endless discussion, you better get going. Damn you, Kirsten. Shaving your own legs is hassle enough; it took you long enough yesterday. You follow Kirsten into the bathroom. You get her razor and shaving cream. Kirsten opens the button of her shorts.
You say: "You did put on some underwear by now, did you?"
"When would I have had the time to do that?" Kirsten replies.
"You had time to buy booze! And you were sitting on the terrace for over an hour."
"I won't soil a fresh pair now. They'll be dirtied with shaving dream anyway."
Good lord - why is Kirsten such a free spirit? How can't she be bothered to have you unavoidably look at her crotch?
