I grabbed one of the bottles sitting on the table and popped the cap open. The moment I tilted it, the beer rushed down my throat with that familiar gurgling sound.
"Ah… damn, that's chilled," I mutter, lowering the bottle for a second before taking another long gulp.
Across from me, Xander was staring.
At first I ignored it and continued drinking. Kids stare at random things all the time anyway. But when I lowered the bottle again, she was still looking at me with those big curious eyes.
Then she pointed.
"Da… drink."
I raised an eyebrow.
"You can't have this," I say plainly before taking another sip.
She tilted her head, still watching me carefully like she was analyzing some ancient artifact.
"Dad… give."
No response from me. I just kept drinking.
A few seconds passed.
Then a few more.
Xander's face slowly scrunched up like someone twisting a piece of cloth.
Oh boy.
I knew that look.
She sniffed.
"Da… give…"
Still, I didn't answer.
