Numb

"Do it," Ash insisted. "I will pay you thirty dollars to do it."

Misty rolled her eyes. "It's bad enough that it got so cold while we were out and I didn't bring a coat. I can't even feel my arms anymore! They're numb! But, to make it all worse, you want me to get stuck to the hunk of unfeeling icy metal so my tongue gets numb too? I will not lick that pole."

"That's not what your mom said last night."

"My mom is dead, Ash. Do you sleep with dead people?"

"Lick the pole Misty. It'll be hilarious."

"No, dammit, I'm not going to lick the pole!" She stomped her foot in the cold. "You're ridiculous, you know that? You're completely insane! I mean, I understand when you do pranks like putting salt in someone's sandwich, that's funny, but this? How is this funny or cool or anything? It's just stupid, and, I'm sorry. I'm not dumb enough to lick the pole. Maybe you were when you were a kid, but I'm not. Girls are naturally more intelligent, I guess."

"Fifty bucks to lick the pole."

"Why?"

"Because I could take a picture and laugh for the rest of my life and it would only cost me fifty dollars." Ash beamed. "Fifty dollars for happiness, that's not a bad price. I promise once we get you off you can dare me to lick it and take a picture so you can laugh too. And you get the fifty dollars! This is a win-win situation."

"Then why don't you lick the pole first?" Misty asked, crossing her arms and leaning forward with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, now you're being crazy," Ash laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just do it!"

"I need a better reason than you're happiness."

"You don't want to make me happy?"

"Sure I do. It's just not a persuasive enough reason for me to lick a pole. You need a better one."

"It's erotic?"

"That a statement, or a question?" she taunted, swinging her hip at him.

"I dunno," Ash sighed. "No clue. I just think it'd be funny if you did and I needed a good laugh. Besides, Misty, I've got no idea what to do. I just…we've been, well, dating for a week now, and our dates all seem kind of dull. Everyone else seems to be doing all this fun stuff and all we're doing is…is dating! Nobody on TV is dating anymore. I mean, a week has passed and the best thing we've done is a quick peck on the lips! Shouldn't we be…" he blushed. "Shouldn't we be making out or something by now?"

"Oh, you want to make out, do you?" she said, voice dropping low and sexy.

She took his hand in hers, slowly peeling off his glove while singing to a sexy kind of beat, swaying her hips along with it. She smiled at his red face, his heavy gulp. Then, out of nowhere, she licked his palm and slammed it onto the pole, the water in her spit freezing and sticking him there, as she had built up quite a lot of saliva before attempting to do the crazy prank. She then pecked him on the lips, and walked off.

And poor, frozen Ash cried out behind her, "But Misty! Misty! My hand's going numb!"