Amber warmed when Eric mirrored her motion, linking their hands together. This was nice. Close, but not too much. Just right. Maybe they were on the same page again. Feeling-- snug, somehow, with relief and anticipation (over what?), Amber sipped more of her wine. It went down easy, but came back up make her head spin. Okay, maybe she shouldn't have anymore. Good thing Eric was driving. "I'd be amazed if the bike survived the crash-- and if he obeyed the ban." Aided by her tipsiness, her words flowed freely. "But I bet you'd have sworn off, with or without your mom's decision."
He'd mentioned his brother before, hadn't he? When they'd been playing mini-golf. Amber pushed back her more unpleasant memories of that evening to earlier, when they’d still been flirting and exchanging casually tidbits about themselves. If she remembered correctly, Eric had made a point of beating his younger brother at the same game. There seemed to be a repeating theme of competitiveness; Amber wondered if they still tried to out-do each other. She certainly did, with her own brothers. Or had Eric mellowed into a more benevolent elder sibling? Did they even keep in touch? If this- whatever it was- lasted, she might even meet him. Maybe it was the wine, but such an eventuality seemed only natural. Rubbing her thumb against his palm, slow, affectionately, she asked: “What does your brother do now?”
She'd been so involved in Eric's story it took her a moment to recall what sorority he could be referring to. "Ah, not quite," Amber corrected, smirking at the thought of her as a Greek. "I said the new girls were hazing, not that I was one of them. I don’t do groups; I don’t play well with others.”
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He'd mentioned his brother before, hadn't he? When they'd been playing mini-golf. Amber pushed back her more unpleasant memories of that evening to earlier, when they’d still been flirting and exchanging casually tidbits about themselves. If she remembered correctly, Eric had made a point of beating his younger brother at the same game. There seemed to be a repeating theme of competitiveness; Amber wondered if they still tried to out-do each other. She certainly did, with her own brothers. Or had Eric mellowed into a more benevolent elder sibling? Did they even keep in touch? If this- whatever it was- lasted, she might even meet him. Maybe it was the wine, but such an eventuality seemed only natural. Rubbing her thumb against his palm, slow, affectionately, she asked: “What does your brother do now?”
She'd been so involved in Eric's story it took her a moment to recall what sorority he could be referring to. "Ah, not quite," Amber corrected, smirking at the thought of her as a Greek. "I said the new girls were hazing, not that I was one of them. I don’t do groups; I don’t play well with others.”