Coming Back Down | Kennedy + Ryan
"If I knew the answer, I wouldn’t ask the question." Kennedy shrugged, eyes catching the way Ryan’s drifted down to the bag in her hand. Her fingers shifted around the neck, causing the brown bag to rustle slightly beneath the skin. Was she going to drink it? Probably not. Why was she still clutching the bottle like she wanted to drink it? Only God knew that. Pressing her lips into an amused line, she huffed out an exhale through her nose that sounded like it could have been a laugh if it had come through her mouth instead. "Riddles are more fun than trick questions. Trick questions get messy."
“Or you were just hoping for a new one because you don’t like the answer you have,” Ryan countered, lifting an eyebrow. She kept any judgment out of her tone, not wanting to put Kennedy on defense mode. Most alcoholics didn’t like being judged, saw it as an attack, at least in her experience. And from the looks of things, Kennedy was a recovering alcoholic on the verge of relapse. Points to the gossipers for getting the whole rehab thing right. “I guess they can be more fun. I mean, the consequences to getting the answer wrong always tends to spice things up.”
