* rudi.
Rudi fanned himself and exhaled through his mouth, like the thought alone was enough to turn him into a blushing Southern Belle. “Well, me-oh-my.” He resumed his seat and hailed the bartender over who topped off his Manhattan and asked Madison if she wanted to order anything.
He ungracefully chased the olive and toothpick around the rim of his martini glass with his fingers. “Depends on how drunk we plan on getting. But I think Truth or Dare is a fantastic ice-breaker, don’t you?” Rudi was all whimsy and grandstanding, even one-on-one. He looked around conspiratorially and said at a stage whisper, “Should we give up our names, or should that moment come up organically?”
madison rolls her eyes, cracking a smile as she murmurs her order to the bartender. why not, right? not that it’ll actually make a dent in her sobriety but she could at least participate in the ritualistic social norm of a post-work rum and coke. and so she does, bringing the straw to her mouth as she spins the stool to face him. “ truth or dare, huh? ”
“ i’ll bite, ” she starts, taking the straw between her teeth and very deliberately suspending a moment of silence. feigning deep thought as one leg crosses over the other. “ but do you really want to waste your first truth on my name? ”
