The moment Nate Jennings asked her question, Anna was so stunned she dropped the magazine she was holding.
In comparison, Jasper's reaction was calm. He smiled, stood up, walked over to the bar, poured himself a drink, and downed it in one gulp.
Nate Jennings pouted. She hadn't gotten anything out of him, and the game continued.
It was Jasper's turn again. He walked past the bottle, gave it a kick, and it started to spin. Once again, the mouth of the bottle pointed at Nate Jennings.
'Jasper must have some kind of special skill,' Nate Jennings thought. 'How else could he have a perfect record?'
He gave a smug smile, looked at her, and said, "My turn to ask a question. And it is: what positions do you two usually like?"
Nate Jennings's mouth fell open, not quite understanding the question. 'Positions? What positions?'
After thinking for a long moment, she finally understood.
