Playing Tapper

The game finished with another spilled mug of root beer. She picked up her can of beer and downed a long gulp. Cara wiped her brow and tucked a bit of hair behind her ear. Michael was trying to get her attention, but she wanted to forget him and tried to ignore him completely. He was repeating her name again and again. She surveyed the room; so many clusters of people surrounded many old video games. It was loud and hot. Her damp skin was sticky and she was thinking of going home.

"Michael, I do not want to talk to you," she said.

"I knew you knew me," he said. "Wait, why not?"

"If I have to tell you."

"Ominous."

"Look, I'm not in the mood tonight."

"What did I do?"

She elbowed her way past him, but ended up straight in the chest of a tall, lanky man.