<i>'So far, so good', </i>he thought to himself. Connor had no expectations for the night, but already, it was going better than he had anticipated. their back and forth banter was smooth; fluid, in every sense of the word. What he enjoyed about it the most is that she was engaging. She went along with his snark and gave it back to him. Her words played into his own perfectly and for that he was grateful. When her lips pulled up into a pucker and she pouted, he found it adorable. He nearly retorted with some witty comment to further make his point but stopped himself. Despite his self-control in that moment, talking was effortless with her. Both had each other'sundivided attention. He hadn't even been wondering where Elle had run off too. When she initial left, he immediately wanted her back, but now, he was content with her taking her time. He wanted to get more one on one time with this girl. The night was young and there was plenty of alcohol to hold them over for a long while. Anticipation for the night was at an all-time high. Not for the sexual aspect, but for something much deeper than that. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. He took a shot to dull his edge.<br/><br/>"Perfect," he responded when she accepted the game. It was a good game. He knew people that segwayed into sexual questions rather abruptly, but he didn't plan on having their own game go that way. He really wanted to get into her head. Pick that witty brain of hers and see what made her person<i>tick, tick, tick...</i><br/><br/>"Oh, I planned on it," he said with a smile in response to her telling him to go first. He cleared his throat and locked eyes with her, the gears of his mind moving consistently. He made it seem rather pretentious, but it was an attempt at charm. Why would he stop being playful with her when it had gone so well that night? "Hm," he said and sucked his teeth lightly. "Never have I ever been in a leotard." It was a cheap, low start to the game, but he never said he was above such behavior. He tried to hold back his smirk, but it eventually showed through, followed by a slight chuckle. He slid the bottle closer to her. Her glass wasn't empty, but he did it none-the-less. "I'm sure you'll need a refill before I do." The was confidence. Not cockiness. There was a difference between the two and Connor was familiar with that line. He was competitive, even over a small game such as the one they were playing. He<i>wanted </i>to win. He<i>needed </i>it.<br/><br/>The satisfaction of being victorious and dominant gave him chills. Connor loved being in control of the situation. It was the main reason he went first in the game. It was also why he chose such an easy start to the game. She would have to drink first, but only because he made her.<i>He</i>set the tone. He set it to a light-hearted beat and surely she would follow it. If he had done a more serious prompt then she probably would have responded with one as well. Some might confuse it as a form of manipulation, but, was it manipulation if he merely nudged her in a specific direction? He thought not. She still had full control of her emotions and which way to respond, not him.<br/><br/>"Go on and do your worst," he challenged, confident that she knew little of him. Perhaps it was misplaced though as Elle could have spilled the beans on some things regarding her older brother. It didn't matter though, he'd already set the pace.