Twenty Questions

Willow nervously chomped down on a piece of ice as she waited for Sid’s response. The only thing she could think of was what if she was reading Sid wrong. She chomped down on another piece of ice and as she took the last swig of vodka, her phone beeped.

Do you want to start or should I? And is there anything off limits?

Willow swallowed the mouthful of vodka with a resounding gulp. Was she swallowing the vodka or was she swallowing her inhibitions. At this point, it was definitely the vodka, and maybe just a little of her inhibitions. Willow typed in her response to Sid.

You can start and I’m up for anything.

Willow hopped onto the counter in the kitchen and waited. She couldn’t help but wonder what Sid was thinking and more importantly, what he was going to ask her. She gripped her phone tightly and when it buzzed, she closed her eyes. Would she see what she wanted to see when she opened them? There was only one way to find out. Willow carefully opened her eyes and stared at her phone.

What are you wearing?

This is going to be easy, Willow thought to herself. Until she remembered what she had worn to the job at PNC. She looked at her reflection in the oven door and had to make a quick decision. Did she tell Sid that she was wearing a white tee shirt, legging and Chucks or did she make up something a little more salacious? Willow decided to just state the obvious.

Just a t-shirt, leggings and sneakers. There is your Question #1. My turn.

Shit, Willow hadn’t even thought about what she was going to ask Sid, so just to make the playing field even, she copied Sid’s question.

So, what are you wearing?

Willow sat crossed legged on her counter, relishing in the moment that she actually asked Sidney Crosby what he was wearing. Her bet was that we would probably say something like he was wearing a shirt and a pair of sweats, but no matter what the outcome, Willow felt a little brave and was looking forward to the next round of questions. Her phone buzzed and Willow picked up her phone to see what Sid’s response was.

I want my second question before I answer your question.

Willow quickly typed her response and hit send.

That isn’t how the game is normally played, but I give you this one. I’ll just have to deduct if from your 20.

Willow smiled and couldn’t help but think that maybe she was pulling the tiger’s tale on this response. She knew that Sid was a fierce competitor, but she didn’t think he would mind if she bent the rules a little.

What are you wearing under your t-shirt and leggings? More specific, what color are your wearing?

Oh. Holy. Shit. Those were the only words running through Willow’s head.

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