27~ Getting Drunk

He chuckled, his Adam's apple moved up and down. "Why would you say that?" He asked.

"Why would you say that?" I asked back.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" I chuckled. "Well, mine is nothing too."

"Do you have to say every thing I say?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Do you want me to give you an answer when it's already obviously clear why I had said that?"

"Maybe I just need you to elaborate a little bit. I'm stressed out, I don't have the brain to think about it right now."

I smirked. "Then tell me, why did you say that? Is it because of Micheal? The guy I danced with on the stage?" I elaborated, more like a question.

First, he smiled. Then he answered, "No."

I smirked again. "You aren't just good at being jealous, Mr Kimber, you're a pretty good liar too."

He was quiet, staring at me thoughtfully. "You know, we can just have a seat and discuss like any one else would rather than staring at each other in this position." I said, interrupting his thoughts.

"Yeah, sure. Let's have a seat then." We