Drabble 222

Finished 6:33.

Blue had sat down next to Araziel, and was drinking from a hip flask that he had seemingly procured from nowhere. “Where did you get that?” asked Araziel.

“I brought it with me from the house,” Blue answered.

“I didn't see you carrying it,” she said.

“It was in my pocket.”

“Blue, you don't have any pockets,” she told him.

“What are you talking about? They're right -” Blue started, patting his thighs in search of his pockets. “- Huh. Okay, apparently I don't have any pockets after all. So how did I manage to get the flask out here?”