Spicy Talks

"Oh, it takes some skill," I said, recovering fast. "To answer what you asked first… yeah, it's literally just that. Finishing."

I puffed my chest a little, riding the confidence. Girl finishing? I'd seen plenty of explosions—though my stats on that front weren't exactly brag-worthy. The alcohol's burn lingered in my throat, egging me on.

"Uh… um… haha…" she laughed awkwardly, glancing away.

Her giggle was shaky, unsure. She grabbed a peanut from the snack plate and popped it in her mouth, chewing quickly like it'd hide her nerves. The lamp swayed above us, throwing her shadow across the wall in jittery waves.

"First, it's gotta be big," I went on. "And it takes some technique too."

"M-Must've tried it a lot, huh?" she stammered, her eyes widening.

"Uh…" I froze, realizing I'd overdone it.