My mouth dropped as I shot Ari a confused look, which she mirrored exactly.“Ask him something harder.”
“What does she always have in her nightstand?”
“Snacks and a flask of whiskey.”
“What does the flask look like?” I demanded.
“It’s about this big,” he exemplified with his hands,“and it’s purple and black leopard print. Filled with bourbon. Good choice.”
“Emy, let’s go.” Ari tugged my arm, but I shook her off. “Emery!” She tugged harder but I didn’t budge.
“No. We still have six questions left.”
“Fine.” She sighed, dropping back against the pole.“How old is she?”
“Twenty-two.” Dennis flashed the bizarrely strong fake fangs as Ari’s mouth dropped.
“When’s her birthday?”
“Eighteen days ago,” he said. “October 13th.”
“Ask something harder!”
“Okay, okay.” Ari held up her hands at my raised voice.“Umm… who’s her favorite sitcom character?”
“His name is Dennis.” His eyes met mine as he smirked. “Funny choice. It’s a good name.”
“What the hell! How are you doing this?” I slammed my fist against the pole, barely missing Ari.“I’m asking the last three.”
“Go ahead.”
“What college do I go to?”
“You don’t go to college. You never did.”
“You have two more.” Ari’s voice was a mixture of shock and disbelief.
“What’s my religion?”
“You’re an atheist. Catholicism just wasn’t for you.”
“What thefuck!” I hopped up.“No. This isn’t possible. Are you psychic or something?”
“No. Lucky guesses.”Dennis’high pitched laughter rang in my ears. I didn’t know if he was really laughing at this point, or if it was stuck in my mind.
“Okay. There’s no way you can get this right.” My heart was racing. I had one last shot.“What do I sleep with every night and what’s its name?”
“A stuffed black cat. His name is Frankie after Frankenstein, and you like to hold him to your chest while you sleep on your side.”
“Oh my god.” Ari sprang forward and grabbed my arm.“We’re leaving. We’re leaving right now.”
“You can’t leave. You’re my property now.”
“No, I’m not. I told you that’s not possible.” I snatched my candy bag off the ground as Ari yanked me past it.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Dennis winked as Mateo chuckled beside him.
“Stop talking to them,” Ari hissed, dropping her grip as we sped up.
