He sat alone at the bar, oblivious to everything going on around him. Hours passed in this manner, his only focus the shots of cheap tequila that kept coming his way. He scarcely noticed when a beautiful woman took up the stool beside him, barely saw the way she eyed him with curiosity. She pushed her thick black hair out of her face with ease, her hazel eyes studying him with increasing interest. “I’m Dennia,” she said expectantly.

He barely glanced her way as he replied, “Derek.”

Dennia stared at him for a few moments in silence as he returned to his alcohol binge. “You’re not much of a talker are you?”

“Nope.”

She smiled slyly. “Well I know how to fix that.” She paused. “Truth or dare?”

He laughed. “Truth or dare?”

“A timeless classic.”

Derek thought for a moment. “Dare.”

“I dare you,” she began, gesturing to an extremely drunk man at the end of the bar, “to buy that man a drink.”

Derek thought for a moment. “Barkeep! I’d like to buy that man a beer. Tell him it’s from me.” The bartender looked at Derek with a mix of curiosity and disgust, but nodded. The two watched as the bartender handed the man a beer, and Dennia laughed with glee at the confusion written on the man’s face.

“Very nice,” she giggled. “You’ve got more guts than I expected.”

“I’m full of surprises,” he replied. “So, Dennia, truth or dare?”

“I’ll start out slow. Truth me.”

“Why did you decide to talk to me?”

“I think you’re cute. Truth or dare?”

“You think I’m cute?”

“Truth or dare?”

Derek paused. “Truth.”

“Are you single?”

Derek laughed a little at Dennia’s less-than-subtlety. “Yes. That’s why I’m in this bar at two in the morning drinking away my lack of love life.”

Dennia cringed. “Ouch, Babe. You almost got some sympathy there.” She paused. “Your move,” she said as she gestured to the bartender for another drink – a drink made with tequila, orange juice, and blackberry brandy. He believed the drink was called a tequila sunset, different from a tequila sunrise only for the lack of grenadine.

“Alright, truth or dare?”

She downed the drink rather quickly. “Dare me up, Scotty!” she giggled.

Derek raised an eyebrow. “You’re a little odd.”

She looked at him pensively. “You’re playing a game of truth or dare with a girl you just met in a bar, and you think she’s a little odd?”

“Touché.” Derek stopped to think of an adequate dare. “I dare you to get up on the bar and sing ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ for me.”

Her eyes widened. “Sing? As in, in front of people?” She squealed in disdain.

“Oh, do we have a chicken in the house then?”

Dennia swallowed her pride and stepped up from her barstool onto the bar. “Never!” she exclaimed. “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?” The whole bar whistled and hooted as she began to dance along with the song she was singing, causing the short, pleated skirt she was wearing to twirl just a little. Her voice was nothing spectacular, but the tone was just sultry enough to catch the attention of the entire bar. Her hair bounced with each movement she made, falling over her shoulders and covering her chest.

“Nothing really matters to me…”

On that closing note she jumped down from the bar. “Another tequila sunset, my good man!” she ordered, the bartender nodding in acknowledgement. She turned her attention back to Derek. “Now that you’ve thoroughly humiliated me, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he said nervously, out of fear of retaliation for his dare.

“Do you want me?” she asked coyly.

He looked her up and down; she had a very nice, defined hourglass figure, and a voluptuous chest hidden beneath a thin black tank top. The pleated skirt she wore showed off her muscular, smooth thighs and calves, and there was just something sexy about her black heels. The very edge of a lacy bra was peeking out from beneath her top. “Yes,” he decided lustily. “I want you.”

Dennia smiled. “Then,” she replied, “I dare you to come home with me.” With that, she got to her feet and headed to the door of the bar. Derek had to follow; after all, he’d never turn down a dare.