Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 11

“So is she your type then?” I asked, finally thinking of something to say, “Ha, not really, I mean she is pretty enough, but she seems a bit plain, I like people who have a bit more going on, you know, something different and special, what about you?” I froze, not knowing what to say. Of course I’d had relationships with girls, that’s all id done in the past, the thing with Marc wasn’t anything really, but I was presenting as a girl and still felt the need to keep it up, even though her admission meant me being a guy in girls’ clothes might not be as undesirable as I thought.

Feeling the pressure of giving an answer I just said “I don’t know”. It was a stupid reply, and she immediately berated me for it. “I guess, what I mean is that I’ve never given it that much thought before, and I’ve never really met someone who doesn’t have a type, it isn’t a fair comparison, you’ve got it easy” I laughed out.

I bluffed the next few minutes praying for the waitress to return with the drinks so I could be saved from having to explain myself. And sure enough she arrived, placing them on the table along with a lime slice and some salt. Ellie cheered and set up the drinks. Salt on our left hand, shot glass in the right, we linked arms, licked the salt, slammed the tequila and then grimaced through the slice of lime.

Our faces were next to each other as our linked arms pulled close to get the slice in, our watering eyes met as the fiery liquid burned all the way down to the pit of my stomach. Parting we both gasped as the rush of shot ran through us. “Wow, that was intense, I’ve not done that in ages” I exclaimed, feeling decidedly drunk even though it was yet to hit.

It did however save me from having to delve too deep into my sexual preferences as the conversation shifted to partying and going out once the clubs were open again. I’d never been a fan in my old life, but I couldn’t think of a valid reason why the new me wouldn’t enjoy it, especially if I had someone like Ellie for company.