Chapter 7 – Rest in peace miss cat.

In his room just across from his bed is a small table with two pillows, a bottle of whisky, and cards.

“Seat down there,” he points at one of the pillows, I give him a side eye. "You want to get me drunk?" I mocked him.

“Come on I am bored, and I know you are bored too, so this guy at the bar suggested this game and I went and bought it,” he explained.

“This better be a lighthearted game,” I give in and seat at the pillow, he smiles like a fool in love and seats at the other pillow.

“So, the name of the game dare or drink, and pick a card with a dare, you do it or drink, and you do the same.”

“Are the dares random?” maybe being a cat isn't for me, because I could feel a cold sweat.

“Yes.”

“Hmmmm…... I do not like whiskey; don’t you have wine?” I tell him before he quickly stands up returning with a bottle of red Chateau Margaux and a glass, he opens the wine for me and pours it while he pours his whiskey.

“Getting drunk