Drugs + Booze = Telepathy

(When I come to visit my boyfriend I get violent headaches. It is mostly just due to climate change, as I’m from Texas and he’s from England.)

Me: “God!”

(I’ve had a pretty bad headache all day, but at this point I’m buckled over on the couch, fingers on my temples.)

Boyfriend: “Headache?”

Me: “Yeah. God, it’s really getting to me this time!”

Boyfriend: “Want a bit of Ibuprofen?”

Me: “Please!”

Boyfriend: “Three?”

Me: “You think I’ll need that many?”

Boyfriend: *scoffs* “Most definitely.”

(He leaves to the kitchen soon returning with three of the little Ibuprofen tablets and dropping them in my hand. I go ahead and swallow them before he returns to the kitchen.)

Me: “Hey…”

Boyfriend: “What is it?”

(I dramatically turn my head towards the kitchen and smile.)

Boyfriend: “Liquor?”

(He scoffs before grabbing a bottle off the shelf.)

Me: “Oh, my god! How’d you know?!”

Boyfriend: “Lucky guess.”