<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/29/fe/e3/29fee345d3ea45a495a6225f5a662886.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Corwin Lynch (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14412647#msg14412647)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9-ish, June First<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lanai, Bar<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Quenching a Thirst<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Selene David, OPEN<br/><hr/>He had a game in mind. He was certain of it. Something of a quid pro quo of information shared to give him something of an idea of the woman that he was talking to. She made no attempt to answer the offered subliminal question, as obvious as he'd made it, which meant that she wanted him to do the digging himself. She wasn't going to be volunteering any personal information which made the game all the more interesting. He liked mysteries. Well, that wasn't quite true. He liked solving mysteries.<br/><br/>But all the carefully thought out details that were going through his head immediately dropped out of existence as he felt her fingers lightly tracing at his wrist. It was barely a touch, with minimal skin contact between them, but it was just as effective as if she had shot a bolt of lightning through his body.<br/><br/>There was no instant reaction. Corwin tilted his head and studied the movement of her hand for a moment before he realized that she'd just asked a question that he had absolutely no idea how to answer. He needed to stall and fast.<br/><br/>She was from Michigan, right? He'd always wondered whether the people from that state called themselves Michiganders or Michiganites. No, that wasn't the right line of conversation. As he recalled from his interactions, people felt rather heatedly about what they were called, and he didn't want to work her up. Not in the wrong way, anyways.<br/><br/><em>Got to think of something, though.</em><br/><br/>"Seeing as how we're at a bar," he started, letting his gift for gab take control of the moment," I think that the best to be played would be a bit of a drinking game, what say ye? Nothing competitive mind, since I'm sure neither of us needs to get blackout drunk just yet in the evening. How's about... a question game? You ask me a question, and if I'm not willing to answer honestly, I take a drink, and vice versa."