“I don’t.”
“You got any liquor? Board games? Something?”
The unopened bottle of Hennessy I’d carefully packed into my checked bag came to the forefront of my mind. “Actually, I do.”
I wasn’t sure if I was in the mood to drink with a stranger, but I still found myself heading over to my suitcase to retrieve the bottle without a second thought.
“You drink Hennessy?” he asked, brows heightened in surprise when I presented him with the bottle.
“I do. Do you have a go-to drink? I don’t have many chasers.”
“I don’t need a chaser,” he confirmed.
“So we’re gonna sit here and drink in silence like a couple of alcoholics?” I inquired.
“You got a better idea?”
I paused. “We could take turns asking each other questions. If I guess the answer wrong, I gotta drink, and vice versa.”
“That’s a dumb ass game. We’re strangers. Of course, we won’t know the answers.”
I sucked my teeth as my brows downturned. “Nigga, you’re dumb. I don’t see you coming up with anything better.”
“Yo, chill. Shit’s been cool so far. Don’t make me switch up on your ass.”
“Okay, Mr. Gemini,” I teased while going into the kitchen to retrieve two glasses. “So, you said you’re a twin?” I asked, reaching into the cabinet.
“Yeah.”
“What’s that like?”
“Just like any other sibling aside from the fact that we share the same face and DNA.”
“That’s not trippy for you?”
“It’s the only thing I know,” he answered honestly. “So, nah.”
“Is he the person you talk to the most?”
“He’s the only person I talk to.”
“Y’all kinda sound like me and Soleil. I mean, I do have two other best friends, but life gets in the way for us sometimes, with work and other things. However, Soleil won’t let me go twenty-four hours without a phone call. She’s probably freaking out right now since I haven’t called her. I told her my phone was gonna die, but I didn’t expect the power to go out so quickly.”
“Yeah, me neither. If I’d had it my way, I would’ve had this entire place to myself while Mother Nature did her thing outside.”
“Did you plan to let my dog starve to death?”
“Not if he acted right,” he answered with a lazy shrug.
I shook my head before pouring some liquor into my glass and passing him the bottle. “Here. Pour your own troubles.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
After he set the bottle down, he held up his glass to mine. “What are we toasting to?”
“To surviving the night,” I said, gently tapping my glass against his.
“I wish we could listen to some music or somethin’,” he commented after taking a swig of liquor.
