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Also, it would be on his
subconscious. That he couldn’t stand up to a woman. He wasn’t proud but his ego wouldn’t take it and he was sure
even his mum would be let down if he didn’t live up to this moment.
“You’re on,” he announced.
“What’re you taking?” she asked.
“Cutty Sark.”
“You know, I’m loving this. I
love challenging men especially and they always fall for it. It’s something
about you guys’ DNA. Anyway, I suggest we should go for a neutral drink. What
do you suggest?”
Almost as if he had no will of
his own, Lauren said the decision was up to her.
“Are you sure you’re doing the
right thing?” she mused.
“So now you’re getting cold
feet,” he gloated.
She was amused. “You really think
so? Uhm, should we do tequila?”
“Let’s just get it over with.”
A bottle of tequila was brought
for them and she poured a shot each for them, focused her vision on him
daringly, raised her glass to her lips, and still looking at him stoutly,
swallowed it to the last drop.
“I don’t know why,” she said
casually, “but alcohol doesn’t have a really terrible effect on me. Maybe it’s
because my parents were both heavy drinkers and I heard I was even conceived
during a binge night.”
I’m in real trouble, Lauren
thought. Her system can’t do without alcohol and she’s one up already so I have
to be too. In fact I’ve to take the initiative.
So he made the transition to
tequila, gulped his too, refilled their glasses and sent down his second shot.
She laughed at him. “Bravado!”
He didn’t feel inclined to
comment.
They continued like that,
pouring, drinking. She kept talking. “When I was a very little girl, I was very
dull, never lively. My folks were very worried that something was definitely
wrong but the pediatrics said all my vital signs were as should be. Then one
day in frustration my mom gave me a tinny lil sip of her drink and it seemed to
bring me to life,” and she burst into a grin at the recollection.
Lauren’s mouth and throat were
scalding. In fact, all his body was on fire. There was a throb in his head. He
wasn’t a sissy when it came to piling on the alcohol but he had never drunk
competitively before. He always drunk in an easy manner at his own pace and
would end up taking a lot.
Note: This is the ninth page of the Oseyiza Oogbodo book, The Newell Murder. More excerpts to
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