Rose thought it was rather juvenile, a staff party having become a game of ‘Sip or Spill’, according to one of their cooks. She was sat next to you at the table, a shot poured for herself in preparation. One of the other staff, Wendy, spoke up while pointing at you, shot in hand,

“You,”

She started, smirk on her lips, something about her question implying that she’d been suspicious about this for a while,

“Do you fancy ladies?”