Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34904368-20180415121634/@comment-34904368-20180415123010

First, I asked politely.

“Sasha, please. It’s for a bet, and we both benifi-“

“No.”

I simply excused myself to the kitchen to fill two wine glasses with Red Champange. She looked at me with a strange look.

“Hey,” I murmured, “If I have no buisness here, may as well have a drink together, ‘ey?”

I put on my best goody-gumdrops face as I pushed one glass towards her and sit opposite to her. She eyed me with suspicion.

“Drugged?”

“No, dear, of course not,” I replied coyly.

“Switch the glasses.”

I switched the glasses, and she sniffed the glass, before gulping the whole thing down before I had even touched mine.

“OK, I’ve had a drink, now leave this house and go-“

Her fave contorted into an expression one could describe only as “puckered.”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” she boomed, as I put my glass down.

“Oh, nothing. You shouldn’t have switched glasses, Sasha. I have here, regular red shandy.”

She fumed.

“YOU, though, have pure, organic, good ‘ol one hundred percent natrual Cranberry Juice. No artificial colours or flavors.”

She desperately rushed to the kitchen to try and drink from the tap, but despite her efforts, she got nowhere. I had shut off the water main and tossed the only spanned in the house capable of opening it in a river nearby with some bouyant containers attatched to it as to let it float downriver.

I then turned the air conditioning on full heat, and opened the windows, letting sunlight flood in.

She fell to her knees in front of me. “Please. You have to help me! I need a liquid! PLEASE!”

I unbuttoned my shirt. “Drink up.”

I now have a hefty wad of cash on me.

Although nothing compared to the wealth of my beautiful Vampire wife, Sasha.