It was a girl's night out. Just me, Kate, and Jose.
"Have you ever...?" Jose would giggle.
"Only when..." Kate would teehee.
"Ew!" I would guffaw.
Like most sleepovers, the talk made it's way to boys and our relationships with them.
"I like to call my boyfriend Mountain Dew," Jose said, confiding to us the nickname he gave his soul mate du jour.
"Mountain Dew?" I cackled. That sounded like the worse nickname ever. "Why would you call him Mountain Dew?"
"Because," Jose snickered, "all he wants is to 'mount' and 'do' me."
Oh... now it made sense.
"How about you, Ana?" he asked me. "What do you call Christian?"
"I call him Mr. Grey."
"Oh," both Kate and Jose expelled like two deflating balloons.
Thinking quickly to take the spotlight off of me, I turned to Kate.
"Well," I said, saying, "what do you call Elliot?"
"Elliot? Why, I call him Jack Daniels," Kate admitted.
"Jack Daniels?" Jose snorted. "Why would you want to call him that?"
"Yeah," I piped in, "isn't Jack Daniels a hard liquor?"
Kate laughed lasciviously.
"You bet he is," she said.