Saturday Night Madness Part 2

She ordered a Medalla Light with her lechón asado. He went with a whisky and a lemonade back. The cool mountain breeze felt good against their bare legs.

She playfully tossed her hair and gave him a smile.

The coffee date midweek had gone well even if it was a little rushed and they were both late because of traffic. Adult responsibilities beckoned the following day, so a coffee, a cigarette, and a lingering hug goodbye would be it.

They agreed to leave early in the morning to beat the weekend traffic. No sense in two cars trying to beat traffic, so he had picked her up outside her gym. She was freshly showered and glowing from her morning workout.

The conversation had flowed on the ride up and they were feeling much more comfortable with each other. As he took a sip of his whisky, he summoned up the courage to ask her a question he knew was dangerous. A wrong answer and this was all for naught.

“¿A quién le vas en el Mundial?”

She took a deep pull from her bottle before answering. She also knew the stakes were high. One wrong answer and she couldn’t see herself getting naked in front of him.

“Tu primero.”

She said it in such a coquettish way that he couldn’t help but laugh at how deftly she had dodged the question. Fine. He’s the man anyway.

“Uruguay”

She smiled. It was a good choice. Thank God it wasn’t Argentina!

“¡Muy bien! Yo le voy a Colombia.”

Was she actually Colombian? He subtly adjusted his pants. She continued.

“Pero quién sabe. Hay muchos equipos que pueden ganar.”

He was intrigued. His competitive nature took over

“¿Quieres hacer una apuesta?”

“¿Que tienes en mente?”

“Estoy en una quiniela con unos amigos invisibles donde cada partido que pronosticamos correctamente nos da puntos. ¿Que tal si entras y el que quede con más puntos entre nosotros dos paga la próxima cena?”

She liked a challenge. She already was mentally figuring out which was the best restaurant in San Juan.

“¡Orale pues! ¿Y donde se puede encontrar esta competencia?”

“Se llama: World Cup pool. Vas a:

https://www.footytips.com.au/comps/DFO_DOES_FIFA?p=doorfliesopen

Y la password es: doorfliesopen”

“¿Qué es eso de ‘doorfliesopen’?”

He didn’t want reveal all his cards too quickly. There needs to be some mystery…

“Si te portas bien, te diré.”

She raised her beer and made furious eye contact.

He grabbed his whiskey. They clinked and drank. The lechón arrived and they dug in…

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