The Oracle Year

by Charles Soule

The Jets were down by three with not much time left on the clock. Will wasn’t ordinarily much for sports. He wasn’t sure he’d ever watched a football game all the way through.

She certainly got her refills more quickly than Will did, and a good two out of three seemed to be left off the tab.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “You know how many times I’ve heard that line in the last few months? But you’re using it wrong. You’re supposed to predict that we’ll wake up together tomorrow morning.” Will grinned. “I don’t know about that. But the Jets will win this game.” “By four,” Victoria said. “That’s right.” “If that happens, then I’m all yours. You can take me home and do whatever you want with me.” Will’s eyes widened. “Huh.” “Don’t hold your breath,” Victoria

He could have her, and every other woman in the place. He could have the entire bar, if he wanted it. It would only cost him about ten words per person.