Best. Vodka Shot. Ever!

We met at a bar, though not the way two people usually would. You see, she was tucked away in the far corner, suffering the bad lighting and the even worse house band. Normally, this wouldn't have been unusual, but she wasn't just sitting there, nursing a drink--no, she had her head in a book. And to top it off, this wasn't just any book, but an erotica novel that my good friend had published. And she looked like she was loving it, considering the naughty grin she had as she turned a page.

Personally, I love a woman who is more intelligent than the rest, and even more an intelligent woman who has an open mind about sex. This seemed to be both. So, I took a shot.

I strolled over to her table, sat my drink down (a rather girly coctail with fruit and everything in it), pulled out my 7" (tablet) and pulled up the sequel my friend had sent to me to beta (we frequently proofread and poke holes in each others' work).

She looked up at me indignantly, obviously annoyed that I would encroach upon her personal space. I looked up at her, smiled innocently, and made a very obvious swiping motion with my finger on the surface of my tablet. She huffed, acted like she was going to get up and go somewhere else, but then looked around at the rest of the bar and saw that it was not only rowdy, but crowded as well.

I made a show of going back to my tablet, swiping at the screen every minute or so. Finally, after I finished off my drink and ordered another one from a passing waitress, she asked me what I was reading. I laid my tablet on the table and took my drink from the waitress as she came back with it, and took a sip before answering. However, I didn't get a chance.

Before I knew it, she'd slammed her book down on the table and had picked up my tablet, furiously swiping back to the beginning. She demanded to know where I'd gotten the file, and so I told her that the author was a good friend of mine and that I was reading it over for him. Then she slapped my arm, hard. Unfortunately, I had been taking another sip of my newest drink when she hit me, so I spilled it down my front.

She looked both embarrassed and outraged, though I couldn't for the life of me figure out, because she was the one who'd assaulted me. She apologized, though, and we got to talking about my friend and his work, and I sent him a picture of her and asked him if he was okay with me letting this stunning creature read some of his newest novel. He texted me back and said if I didn't then he was going to slap me himself. I laughed, showed her the text, and she laughed along with me.

I walked her back to her hotel room not long after, and she invited me in for a nightcap. Apparently, she made the best vodka shot on the island. I said I definitely had to try it, and so she invited me in. I sat down on the bed and she went to the minifridge and got out a bottle of vodka she'd had chilling there. She walked over to where I was sitting, sat the bottle on the bedside table, and pulled her shirt over head head before picking the bottle back up and twisting off the top. "Ready?" she asked. It took me all of two seconds to realize that with no shot glass or cup in sight, this was going to be the best vodka shot I'd ever had in my life.