Page 46 of Property of Sugar
I grinned. “Challenge accepted.”
“I quit.”
“Okay. I’ll find other ways to annoy you, I mean entertain myself.”
Glancing at the time, he got up and grabbed a bottle of rum from the kitchen. “Fuck it. If I’m stuck with you all day, I’m drinking.”
“What kind of drunk are you?”
“I’m not violent, if that’s what you’re asking,” he said. “But I’ll allow you to clarify since I didn’t understand your first question.”
“That wasn’t my first question! We haven’t started playing yet!”
“Who said you were in charge?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Your list of transgressions grows.”
“Do you need to clarify your question?”
“I guess not. I just wanted to know if I might have to stab you later. You know, because one murder at a time and all.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “I’m not worried about it. You didn’t kill me the last time you stabbed me.”
“I wasn’t trying to kill you!” I yelled, throwing my hands in the air.
Leaning back on the couch, he laughed until his eyes were watering. “Oh,” he breathed. “I get it now. That was hilarious.”
“Get what now?”
“You don’t get to ask another question until it’s your turn.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I stared at him and seethed while I tried to remember exactly what we’d said.
He wiped the tears from underneath his eyes. “I get why you annoy the fuck out of people. Your face turned so red.”
“Non-violent jackass while drinking. Noted.”
“I haven’t been drinking.”
“Jackass while sober. Noted.”
“Shall we continue?”
“Yes,” I answered with a wide smile. “By my count, it’s my turn, and I get to ask two questions to get us back on track.”
“How is that?”
“You asked who put me in charge, if I needed to clarify my question, and if we could continue. Plus the question you just asked. So, three for me.”
He took a large swig from the bottle of rum. “I don’t even care anymore. Ask your questions.”
“Why did you go to Hawaii when you were released from prison?”
“To join the Kings of Anarchy.”
“Did you and Bean join the club together?”
“No. Bean’s one of the original members.”
