Soon the four of us are seated at a booth inside. I am sitting close to Lily and I want to put my hand on her thigh, but I also want to make her wait, tease her a bit. Steph is chatting with Erica, apparently having accepted the fate of the evening. She seems to enjoy monologuing about herself to the quiet girl.

“Let’s play a game,” Lily says suddenly to the table. She is fun, which is my second favorite quality in a woman, after independently wealthy.

We’ve already discussed our zodiac signs, the first language of both millennials and lesbians—Lily is a Gemini; Erica is a Cancer—so a game seems like the next logical place to go.

“Truth or Dare?” I pose.

Lily frowns. “Too basic.”

There was a period when my son called everything I did “basic.” I didn’t love that. I think it’s a millennial thing.

“Fuck, Marry, Kill?” Lily says.

“How is Truth or Dare basic and Fuck, Marry, Kill isn’t?” I ask. “They’re the two most common party games.” I am being a little difficult and women seem to like that, so long as the cops aren’t involved.

“Truth or Dare is for children,” Lily says.

“Or maybe you’re just afraid of a dare.” I finally put my hand on her thigh and squeeze it lightly.

She folds herself into me and giggles. “I am NOT.”

“Okay,” says Steph, plucking the attention away from my flirtation with Lily. “Fuck, Marry, Kill—Pamela Anderson, Cindy Crawford, and … Daryl Hannah.”

“Who is Daryl Hannah?” Lily asks.

Steph’s eyes widen and I laugh on the inside. She is embarrassing herself, asking these millennials about an actress who was popular before they were born.

“Are you joking?” Steph asks. “You’ve never seen Splash?”

She is digging herself deeper into an ugly hole, and I am enjoying watching it.

“No!” says Lily.

“What about Never Have I Ever?” Erica suggests. “It might be more … democratic.” I don’t know what she means, but I’m glad the girl is finally speaking up.

“Do you know who Daryl Hannah is?” Steph asks Erica.

Steph has a lot of trouble letting things go. So do I. I’m glad it’s her and not me this time.

Erica shyly shakes her head.

“You all are crazy,” says Steph.

“You all are old,” Lily says.

I jab her lightly in the rib cage and she giggles. Steph looks annoyed.

“Okay.” Lily puts up five fingers, and we all follow. “Never have I ever slept with a man.”

Steph and I immediately put fingers down and laugh. Erica and Lily keep theirs up.

“Wow,” says Steph. “Gold stars!”

“Are you all straight?” Erica asks Steph and me. And we both laugh very, very hard.

“No,” Steph says.

“But thank you,” we say at the same time.

“Thank you?” Lily echoes with confusion. “Why would you want to seem straight?”