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"Well, it's a very relative question, really."
"Really?" she cocked her perfectly arched brows.
I chuckled nervously, "Really. It's like... what am I doing here? Or what are you doing here to have seen me here?" I grinned
"That's not relativity, Sienna," she sighed.
"Really? Because I was taught something very similar in school." I looked at her smugly.
"Ugh," she chuckled and put down a glass she had for herself that I hadn't noticed. I cocked a brow at the glass, and she looked at it.
She must've noticed my eyes on the glass, and she picked it up and swirled the liquid content around which was disappointingly miniscule. "1937 Glenfiddich," she announced, making my eyes widen.
"They like to auction those things, do they not?" I gushed.
"Eighty-three thousand, five hundred, this one," she said proudly.
"What does it taste like!?" I asked with excitement. I thought no one drank whiskey that expensive. People would usually buy these drinks as an asset and just leave them to age even further. The older these things got, the higher their monetary value. It seemed the Ricci’s had too many valuables to care about one bottle.
"Nothing short of exquisite," she put her hands to her lips and kissed it, imitating the same action with her hands, to give the gesticulation.
"Can I see the bottle?" I asked, completely forgetting my sole purpose of being here - to steal a bottle of bourbon for the night as my own personal stash had exhausted.
"I would, but not today."
"Wh!?" I whined. Impatience was killing me. What other expensive things did these people take for granted?
"You'd consume the entire thing in a gulp," she laughed. "Even though I'm sure your liver would barely make it out of the encounter."
"Well, I'm sure I'll hold myself." I rolled my eyes. "Besides, I have eyes for Bulleit and Bulleit only."
She snorted and replied with almost the same sarcasm her son would.
"Pizza can't be your favorite food and you'd fail to indulge in edible gold plastered caviar with a side serving of rendang and... what's that popular Arabian dip? Hummus, is it?"
"Ahh. It's that good," I sighed, making more of a statement than a question, but she answered, nonetheless.
"It's that remarkable."
"Huh." Finally remembering why I came, after the haze of basking in the eighty something grand drink, I reached out and connected my hand with my friend. She smiled in my hands as I brought her from the shelf.
Time for a late-night convo.
"Sienna, don't you think this long term romance you have going on with..." She nodded at the beautiful half medium amber, half clear colored, curvy bottle. "...lover. Don't you think it's a little too attached?"
I knew she was just looking for a way to bring up the topic of my drunkenness without being judgmental about it and I found it easier to talk about it that way. I also loved how she coincidentally animated my relationship with my Bulleit... even though she took it a little too extra. I must have looked at the bottle in my hands with a sly smirk, taking the cue that Mrs. Ricci gave.
Maybe it was time to further the relationship.
"Well, you see...um, I guess I have no defense for myself on this issue," I said plainly. My game plan was to let her scold me, take it in, maybe offer a few pseudo promises and get back to it when she wasn't looking. Hopefully, I'd be able to keep it in from her as far as possible, maybe display occasionally drunkenness to not arouse her suspicion and actively come looking for me in odd moments, when I'd likely be in deep conversation with my dearest.
"I just feel, you know, with your child now and all, this constant tipsy side of you isn't one she should be seeing often...if ever."
I sighed, "Ohh, you know, there's more burden on me now that I have a child than when I was alone. I am providing enough for her, am I not? Why should her presence govern my entirelifestyle?" I began to screw on the lid of the bottle to put it back on the shelf, but to my surprise, she said:
"Oh, no, no dear. You can take a sip, maybe two," she encouraged me. Quite the contrary to what I expected her to do. "I do have one extremely intoxicating glass here with me, so who am I to judge?" She chuckled.
"But...it's so..." I squinted my eyes at the cup and punched my fingers together.
