"Hey"
"Oh..hey"
"What are you up to?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you hiding here?"
"Who is hiding? I am just getting a bit of quiet time"
"Yeah? I thought you were feeding monkey"
"Done with that. I am here to get some quiet as I said. Otherwise I can't read or anything"
"What are you reading?"
"Oh, a bunch of things"
"I don't see any books around"
"They are in the other room"
"But you are in this room"
"Yeah, I know"
"So you are not reading now?"
"I guess not"
"What's that?"
"What? Oh this?"
"Yeah"
"Some drink"
"Looks like a gin and tonic to me"
"Well, it is. Gin & tonic is also drink na?"
"I see. I thought you were on some wine-only course"
"That was when thing was inside"
"Ah, makes sense"
"Really? If you say so"
"But wait, why are you drinking here?"
"Dude. Can't I drink in my own home? I might be on leave but I still pay rent on this place you know"
"Yeah yeah. But why are you hiding and drinking?"
"Who is hiding?"
"You only"
"Just because I feel like sitting in the guest room doesn't mean I am hiding"
"What does it mean then?"
"It just means I feel like sitting in the guest room"
"Oh right"
"Whatever"
"Does amma know about this?"
"Know about what?"
"Sneaking into guest room for gin & tonic"
"How old do you think I am?"
"Question for your mum. Let us ask her, shall we?"
"Go away"
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4 comments:
I feel rather inspired to peruse a gin-and-tonic myself...
CC, I suspect you mean 'abuse'? Heh.
Contrariwise, I always nurse my gin and tonic
It is nice written.
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