"Come on then," Fay offered. "I may as well get this over and done with...but..." she went on, "I'd just like to say that..." She thought for a moment about how to ensure her success.
"Whoever wants to give me the category, I will give them a kiss," she finished.
"Ooh very clever," Ruth thought to herself. "Only Adam and Nick will volunteer, and Adam won't let Nick do it and get a kiss off Fay.
So Adam will do it, and for sure, he will give her an easy category."
Ruth was absolutely was right: both Adam and Nick reacted immediately.
Nick jumped off his chair to volunteer and Adam swept him to one side, threatening certain death if he even thought about it. Nick chuckled and sat back down.
"Here," Adam said to Nick, thrusting his phone into Nick's hand. "You can time her."
He laughed at Adam's impatience to get proceedings going. "Okay, okay, are you ready?"
"Yes," Adam answered for Fay. "Your category is...alcoholic drinks. Go."
"Wine, beer, vodka, gin, whisky, brandy, Bacardi, Sambuca..." she said in a stream.
"What?" she can read them from behind the bar for a start, "Nick pointed out shortly before the stop-clock on the phone in his hand beeped to indicate the end of ten seconds.
"Well, that would be around a million points for Fay then," Sal said, glaring at Adam.
Adam grimaced but then shrugged and grinned as Fay wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on the lips. Fay finally pulled away and Adam glanced up looking very smug.
"When you two have quite finished," Ruth said. "This is getting ridiculous. I'll choose the next one for Adam," Ruth said, taking control again. "Nick?"
"Ready," he confirmed.
Adam pulled away from Fay and prepared himself for battle.
"Good. Your category Adam is..." Ruth said, "...breeds of horses. Go."
Damn. "Ok, Arabian, Shire, stallion, mule, pony... err, donkey, ooh ooh and," he clicked his fingers, trying to remember, "Err, the, err, that American type. I know, Mustang!" he said finally.
Then the phone beeped.
"Unfortunately Adam," Ruth began.
"A donkey isn't a horse," Nick finished for her.
"Neither is a pony," Sal chipped in. "Well, not a breed of one anyway."
"Nor a stallion or a mule," Ruth finished.
"They're horsey kind of animals," Adam said in his defence.
They laughed at him.
"Unfortunately, 'horsey kind of animals' wasn't the category. You have three points," Ruth smiled, pleased at having her revenge on him for unashamedly helping out Fay.
"Ok, I'll give you the category this time," Adam said to Ruth. "Ready Nick?"
"Yes," he nodded.
Adam grinned. "Types of amoeba," he said, convinced that he had beaten Ruth this time. "Go."
Ruth grinned back, holding his gaze confidently. "Amoeba Antillius, Amoeba procastus, Amoeba Nefrus...err... and ... Amoeba menillius. I can't think of any more," she finished.
Still, she'd got more than Nick's two and astounded everyone in the process.
Adam stared at Ruth in astonishment. "You've got to be kidding."
What Adam had failed to consider was that if by chance anyone had known the names of several different types of amoeba, he wouldn't have had a clue if they were right or not.
Sal giggled. "Who would have guessed? Ruth is an amoeba expert.
" Then she had a thought and absentmindedly reached behind her for Nick, placing a hand on his knee and turning around to whisper, "Did she just make them up?"
Nick became suddenly aware that Sal was a little closer to him then and he noticed that the closer she leant, and the longer she waited for his reply, her eyes fixed curiously on him,
the more 'funny' his head went...
or was that the Sambuca, like what had happened to Ruth?
He put a finger to his lips, "Shhh, " he responded, lifting his hand and gently sweeping back her curtain of shiny, auburn hair to lean closer and whisper into her ear,
"She's trying to beat Adam."
His soft, warm breath sent tingles into her ear before she was abruptly brought out of her daze when Ruth announced,
"Sal's turn now then."