Exiled (AmBw)

Chapter 4

After several failed attempts at sleeping, I stared aimlessly at the ceiling, wondering when the sandman would arrive because counting sheep wasn't cutting it. 'Why can't I sleep?' I pondered as I flopped around the bed, trying to find a cozy spot. I continued wrestling with the pillows and sheets until my frustrations manifest itself into a loud sigh.

Takanori: "You can't sleep either." Takanori said with no hint of tiredness in his voice.

Layla: "Is it that obvious?" I replied, sitting up.

Takanori: "Yeah, it is. That or you're secretly a WWE wrestler." he joked

I chuckled.

Layla: "Sorry, I'll try to keep my WWE practice down over here. You can go to sleep now. I promise I'll stay still." I apologized.

Takanori: "It's okay, I wasn't sleeping anyway." he said, sitting up. So since neither one of us is planning on going to sleep tonight. "Why don't we get to know each other more?" he said with a slight husk in his voice.

Layla: "Get to know each other more?" I questioned slightly on edge by what he said and how he said it. "You mean like a game of 20 questions?" I said, hoping this was what he meant.

Takanori: "Exactly!" He said, hopping up from the couch. "I'll grab the liquor."

Layla: "Why do we need liquor? I asked worriedly.

Takanori: "This is to reassure you that I will answer all your questions, especially the very personal ones." He said, sitting on the bed across from me. "Plus, I think you're going to need this." He said, slightly shaking a bottle of Saké in his hand. "When I ask you personal questions, you'd better answer because I play 20 questions with consequences," he said straightforward.

Layla: "Like what?" I questioned.

Takanori: "Let's play, and you'll find out."

I grabbed the bottle and took a shot to the head.

Takanori: "Great! Let the games begin."

The first few questions we exchanged were pretty simple. It seemed like we were testing each other at first, but then our questions intensified. The questions ranged from my favourite colour to the naughtiest thing I'd ever done. I know for a fact, the saké made our questions bolder than they should have been. We were down to our last few inquiries.

Takanori: "Awesome, my turn. Have you ever been with a Japanese man before?" he asked.

Layla: "No." I said, folding my lips in which were warmed by either the liquor or his question.

Takanori: "Your turn." he said in a hushed tone that sent chills down my spine.

Layla: "Have you ever been with a black woman?" I asked.

Takanori smiled before he spoke.

Takanori: "No, but in my defense, there aren't many black women readily available in Japan." he answered.

Layla: "Even if they were readily available, I don't even think you'd be able to handle us." I said, slightly cocky. My slight intoxication made me seem more self-assured than I was. I got up and began walking on the bed.

'Layla, what the hell are you saying.' I yelled internally, realizing liquid courage was more potent than I gave it credit.

Takanori: "Is that a challenge?" he said, standing up on the bed with me.

Layla: "No, it's not. It's just that we are a bit more, fuller." I said, carving a woman's body in the air with my hands. "For instance, my body type isn't your typical 'Japanese girls,' it's a little bit more...more."