"Quinn?"
"Hmmm?"
"Are you still ticked off?" I hazard.
"Yes."
"Look, I didn't know she was going to ask that, did I?" I try to reason. "Besides, 's not my fault we ended up playing. I mean, I was all for strip poker like Nicky suggested."
"Yeah, I wonder why?" Quinn snaps.
"I resent that remark," I pout. "And besides, we've seen it all before."
"Mairi hasn't," he grinds out.
"So? Who says she would have won? I'm very good at poker, I'll have you know," I reply.
Quinn sighs. "You've never played strip poker with a girl before, have you?"
"No, not as such," I admit.
"Figures," he says. "See the thing with girls is, they start off wearing heaps more clothes than we do and then there's all the jewelry... we would have been stark-naked and she'd have been minus her watch and bracelets."
I give him a look that should speak volumes. "Your point being?"
"Well how was I supposed to know that she'd dare us to get naked in the first round?" He asks petulantly.
"Uhm, the fact that it was Mairi doing the daring?" I offer. "She's been trying to catch us naked for weeks."
Quinn sighs. "I can't believe you two sided with her and let her ask that question."
"Come on, we'd already let you change your choice from dare to truth," I reply, "which reminds me, I'm not talking to you..."
"You didn't seriously expect me to do that, did you?" He asks.
"Yeah I did," I grin.
He glares at me. "Rob, rest assured that no matter what happens, not even if hell freezes over or we start seeing aerial pigs, will I even consider having sex with you in front of that woman."
"Why not? You've had sex with me in front of other blokes."
"That's different," he insists. "And anyway, I did say I'd let you shag me later, in private."
"Yeah, but that wasn't the point. She really wanted to catch the show," I shrug. "You know, cheer us on an' everything."
"I'm not listening," he mutters, "and I'm not talking to you either."
"What? Because I insisted you answer her question?" I ask.
"No, because you agreed to her dare," he grunts. "Manipulative little bitch just had to turn around and try that one on you, didn't she?"
"Well, yeah, you weren't going to do it, what with going all Mary Whitehouse on us," I grin. "You loved it Quinn, I could tell..."
He turns away. "No I didn't. I didn't enjoy that one little bit."
I take hold of his shoulders and wrap my arms around his chest to pull him closer until he's spooned in front of me and whisper into his ear, "so how d'you explain that can still taste you all the way down my throat?"
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