"Henry… we have a problem."
I frown, "Why do I get the feeling that whatever you're going to say is going to be a huge headache for me?"
Samantha gave me a awry smile, "It probably will."
"Hmm… Alright then stop for a sec, okay." I go inside the kitchen before coming back to the dinner table and setting up two glasses with a bottle of alcohol.
Seeing the setting, Samantha felt confused, "Why are you drinking alcohol?"
"Well… if I'm going to be pissed at whatever you're about to say then I might as well start drinking now." I say, opening the bottle, "You want some?"
She shook her head, "No, I'm going to leave in a little while with the others. So I don't want the effects of alcohol to trouble me."
"Suit yourself." I said pouring some on my glass, "You're leaving too then."
"Hmm? Why you say that?"
