"She's just so beautiful." My friend Daniel said for the umpteenth time. "I know Daniel. Ella's beautiful...", I say with a sarcastic drawl.
Normally I won't be such a spoilsport to my friend, but it was getting annoying hearing about his relationship goals, while I was still single and lonely.
"You still have that date tomorrow, right?" Daniel asked "That blond chic."
"Yes, mock the lonely boy." I said dejectedly, He simply laughed. "One day you'll find your person, someone of kindred spirit."
I looked at him and smiled, "The only spirit I'm planning on finding, is the one sitting on your shelf. Let's go."
At Daniel's home, after I'm done with quarter a bottle of some whiskey, Daniel's love, came back.
"Ella baby! How're you doing?" Daniel said in that his squeaky, annoying, lovey-dovey voice.
"Ella baby! How're you doing?", I mimicked, in a squeakier more annoying voice.
That earned me a laughter from the doorway, "You got the voice so perfectly", the person said.
I looked at the female intruder as she simply sat down and made herself at home.
"Nice of you to drop by Sonia. Please don't mind him, he's just being an ass as usual." Daniel told her.
"He isn't wrong though, the love is just pulsating out of y'all."
"Awwwn thanks" Ella replied
"It wasn't a compliment." She said with a smile. Now it was my turn to laugh.
She left where she was sitting and came to sit next to me on the counter. She stared at me for a long time.
"Your name is.. Emmanuel?" Smiling I asked "How did you know?"
"The spirit told me." She replied simply.
I looked at my cup, "It talks to you too?"
She just laughed and gestured at the bottle;
"Huh, I didn't notice the name." I admitted.
"The spirit is strong with this one." She said in a sage like voice. I laughed out hard at that.
Suddenly, we heard sounds from upstairs.
"Crazy lovebirds, a man can't drown his sorrow's in peace." I muttered.
Sonia simply stood up and walked to the staircase "Go get a hotel!!" She screamed up. "Go home!!" They both screamed back.
I was starting to like her more and more. So I decided to be a gentleman and offered her a glass and poured her some whiskey.
She drank and held it down like a pro. "Wow." I said impressed.
"What? You haven't seen a girl drink whiskey like that?" She asked with one eyebrow up.
"Unfortunately no." I admitted. "All of the girls I've been or seen would rather sip it."
"Then you've been with the wrong type of women." She said while pouring another glass.
"I'll toast to that." I said raising my glass.
She clicked hers with mine and we gulped the hot spirit down.
"Let's play a game." She offered.
"What game?" I asked
"A drinking game." She replied. I was ready to pass and just drink normally, but I thought against it. Best I have some fun tonight, before I go and kill my vibe tomorrow.
"Okay. What's the game about?" I asked
"3 truths and a dare." She replied.
I just knew that she would bring up something like this. There is literally no better drinking game than Truth or Dare.
"Whoever fails to complete either a Truth or a Dare, would be forced to drink a full mug of whiskey."
She went and brought in Daniel's coffee mug. I'll have to admit, it was pretty intimidating, I could fit my fist into that cup. Yet as I agreed to the game, I couldn't back out now, as that would only hurt my pride.
"Okay who would ask first?" I asked.
"You should ask, since I brought up the game.
"Okay" I sighed "Truth or Dare?" I asked
"Truth." She replied simply
"How does Daniel know you?" I asked
"He was my boyfriend's best friend. We got awfully friendly and he just stuck. He knew Ella from me." She answered
"Okay" I replied. That was a lot of information to process
"Truth or Dare" She asked with a wicked glint in her eyes
"Ermmm Truth"
"Why were you drinking when I came?"
Without answering her question. I poured whiskey into the mug and began drinking.
I removed the cup to see her astonished eyes.
"How do you feel?" She asks with a smirk.
"Refreshed" I replied simply.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Dare" she replied
A bit under the influence of the spirit I dared her
" I dare you to pull off your shoes, walk to the beginning of the street 6 house over, and run down hear screaming Wolf"
"Wow, I can't believe you dared me to say that." She looked out to see the length she was going to run.
I was already pouring the whiskey in the mug as she lamenting at what she may or may not do.
It seemed like she decided against it, for she came back to the table and said, "Whiskey me."
I gave her the cup and when she was through, she looked ridiculous. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes where getting red. "Hope you aren't through? I asked her
"Haha! I'm just getting started." She proclaimed. The bottle was half empty, I looked at her and smiled. I felt warm and it wasn't because of the alcohol.
"Truth or Dare?" She asked, breaking me out of my thoughts
"Dare." I answered absentmindedly
"I dare you-hic- to go interrupt their fun upstairs."
What a crazy dare. With that hiccup, it was clear that she was gone, hook, line and sinker. It would be wise to stop the game now.
"Aren't you doing it?" She asked
"If you aren't doing it, you should drink." She said pushing the mug towards me
Clearly, I wasn't going to do such a stupid dare, so I drank.
After the second mug. It was clear that I was intoxicated too. Everything sounded woozy and was teetering.
"Truth or Dare?" I asked her.
"Dare" She replied with a distracted smile.
"I dare you to, dance untop of the table, singing the teletubbies song."
She climbed untop the table, and did the weirdest movements I had seen, singing the craziest song I had heard. I was laughing all through the 5 mins show. It was very entertaining.
"Why are you-hic-laughing" she asked.
"Nothing." I assured her. "Ask me."
"Truth or Dare" she asked
"Dare." I answered confidently
"I dare you-hic-to do 20 push-ups."
"Eas-" "With me on your back"
I looked at her. She was definitely not on the small side. With a great fair body, plus the amount of drink she's had, she'll be quite heavy. Still I agreed and we began
"1, 2, 3 I was going, then at number pushup number 5, I staggered. As I got down to get back up the sixth time, I got hooked and just lay on the floor with her untop of me, she laughed at that.
With the shame hanging over my head I asked "Truth or Dare?"
We went on and on like that, embarrassing ourselves with our crazy drunken dares. Totally forgetting the truth aspect and just asking and doing dares for the fun of it and trying to heal our drunken ego's.
After embarrassing ourselves enough she asks me one last dare.
"I dare you to tell me why you were so down when I met you."
I didn't recall much because I was too drunk and I was also sleepy. I tried pouring some more whiskey into the mug so I could drink but I saw we've finished the bottle.
With no escape, I was forced to tell her my sad story of unsuccessful relationships.
After recounting how I had been cheated on, used, bamboozled and simply mislead. I then told her how my most recent failure emptied my wallet in a restaurant for a date in which she invited her friends.
She looked at me with solemn eyes, closed the distance, and gave me a kiss.
"I'm sorry Emmanuel, and those women are indeed wicked, they need a sound beating."
"Why the kiss?" I asked confused
"Take it as your next Dare to me." She replied sleepily
"Plus we're kindred spirits in the bad relationship part. My latest love interest left me for my neighbor, carrying her to Europe. The rather annoying part is he left with my power bank. That's like leaving with my heart."
"What if he left with your alcohol?" I asked smiling
"Then I guess he left with my spirit?" She said laughing. I laughed with her as we passed out on Daniel's couch.