A Long Lost Relative

"I am your aunt, Lillian."

"Are you referencing Star Wars?"

"Are you referencing Star Wars? Take my shit seriously. How drunk are you, darling?"

"I don't know but I sure am too sober for this shit."

"Me too."

"I'm leaving," Uncle Watson said, "Leaving you two to talk...about...stuff."

"Just leave!" We both yelled in unison again.

He sighed and left the room, closing the door behind him.

I sat back in the chair, sighing deeply.

The woman sat on the desk, taking out a fresh bottle of whiskey from her bag.

"Please tell me you don't actually carry that around," I asked, getting excited.

"Customs is a bitch but apart from that, I'm good."

"Is that Irish Whiskey?"

"Much in its flesh, well more like its grains."

"Well, cheers to that I guess."

"Aged for 25 years, wow."

"Just pour it out."

"Yeah."

She poured two glasses of whiskey out for us, then plopping in a few ice cubes from the mini-fridge.

"To us, then."