"I thought you said you weren't an alcoholic?" Santana questioned, she felt slightly tipsy. The cheap beer, the alcoholic milkshake, she was feeling like a bit of a lightweight and now Charlie was bringing out a bottle of Gray Goose.
Charlie did the only mature thing she could think of which was stick out her tongue, the scary movie had been more funny than terrifying and she was curious about Santana. "You're free to chicken out if you want, but I thought that this would help us get to know each other better."
Santana raised a brow slightly amused at Charlie's attempts to goad her into agreeing, "You don't have to get me drunk to ask me what my favorite sex position is Charlie," she says flatly, her lips twisting upward as Charlie sputters at her audacity. "But we can play your drinking game."
"I'm not a—" Charlie crinkles her nose as Santana begins to laugh and she can feel the heat from her cheeks, even as she pours two shots of vodka. "Fine what do you like in sex?"
Santana shook her head, she was so easy to rile up, and it didn't seem that Charlie was afraid of her, "Depends on my mood, sometimes, I want to be on top, controlling the pace, other times—" Santana smirks as Charlie leans in completely interested in what she had to say. "Other times, I like it when my partner is a bit more forceful with me, and other times I'm in the mood to be cuddled but that hasn't happened in about a century or so."
Charlie nods, "So when you say forceful—"
Santana immediately holds up her hands, stopping Charlie from asking her next question. "That's not fair, you get a question I get a question, then we both drink."
Charlie puffed out her cheeks, that was fair, "Alright, ask your question," there was a note of hesitation in her voice, Santana looked like the devil, a very hot sexy devil and she had a feeling that opening herself up like this was not going to end well in her favor.
Santana hummed as she studied Charlie. She could see the anxiety on Charlie's face, and even though she knew that she should do her part to assuage her fears, it was still fun to mess with her just a tiny bit. "What's your favorite color?"
Charlie blinked at the question, she wasn't expecting such a tame question, "Blue—you aren't going to ask me the same question back?"
Santana's smile grew, "That was your second question," she watches as Charlie sputters, she hadn't meant to ask a question. "We both have to drink by the way."
Charlie grimaces and looks at the shot that she had poured and takes her glass, as Santana grabs her and she drains it quickly. "Well?"
"Because I already know that you fantasize about me, you want to hear me beg you, plead with you, maybe it's a power play, maybe it's a bit of revenge, but at the same time you do kind of like it when I take charge, so you probably like both, more of the latter though. Am I wrong?"
Charlie scowled and poured another shot for the two of them, "That was your question and no, you're not wrong." She wasn't thrilled that she'd quickly lost the upper hand here, or that Santana had seen right through her.
Santana shudders as she takes her shot with Charlie, "What's your next question?" She clears her throat after she finishes asking the question.
Charlie huffed for a moment, it had been so easy for Santana to regain control of the situation, she just wanted a win here. Santana had been alive for such a long period of time, talking about sex was probably easy for her, and over the course of her lifetime. "How many lovers have you had?"
Santana froze, "One," she finally replied thinking about Brittany. A fond smile crosses her face.
"You're lying."
"I've only had one person I've ever considered a lover, the rest were just bed warmers to help me digest my food," Santana pushes back immediately, narrowing her eyes, as she shoots Charlie a warning glare. "Have you been with anyone since you found out that I was your soulmate?"
"No," Charlie answers easily, draining her shot glass. "Apparently that would be like cheating. What was her name?" She had found a weak spot.
Instead of answering the question Santana frowned and tilted her head, "You're trying to hurt me." It was a simple statement but Charlie glances away. It's enough to get Santana to stop for a moment before she reaches for her purse, there was no point in continuing this. Charlie was just looking for information to use against her. She was so transparent that it was almost laughable, she had mistakenly thought that they were making progress.
"Santana I—"
"Her name was Brittany, and I loved her more than anything. I wanted us to be soulmates so badly, I pretended that we were for so long but I never aged. We never aged together, she found her soulmate and she left me. She had the life that I always wanted, she had children, she had a husband who loved her, who adored her, and who would never try and hurt her, and she got to meet her grandkids," Santana flashed Charlie a rueful smile. "Thanks for the evening. I'll call an Uber."
"Santana, wait I just—" Charlie began trying to find the right words, she had offended her. She had offended her soulmate and she felt sick to her stomach. But Santana doesn't quite give her a chance to figure it out, as she grabs her things and heads towards the door. "I'm sorry," she calls out, and it's enough to get Santana to stop.
"I'm doing everything that I can to be open and honest with you, to show you that you can trust me. I'm sorry for how I treated you. I am Charlie, I'm truly honestly sorry for making your life hell for 7 years. I know I hurt you, but trying to hurt me won't make you feel any better. I'll call you tomorrow when you sober up and we can talk about convincing your parents that everything is going great so they don't try and interfere with your life," Santana said. After that was done maybe she could discuss with Charlie about going back to MSF, so she could continue her work. She doesn't let Charlie respond, this time and instead leaves closing the door quietly behind her.
Charlie waits a few moments before closing her eyes, "Fuck."