Your Sister's Sister Page #4

You're a guest.

You're welcome to stay.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

There's plenty of room.

I'm sure we won't even

run into each other.

Are you hungry?

There's bananas.

- Those are bananas?

- Well, they're dehydrated.

- Oh, okay.

I'm good.

Thank you.

But yeah, if you're okay,

I'm... I will crash.

- Okay, I'm okay.

Stop saying, "Are you okay?"

- Well, I just want to make sure

you're okay.

Um, what... is there a bedroom

I should take?

- Yeah, just go past

where we had the standoff,

and it's the first bedroom

on the right.

- Oh, past the... the creepy guy

with the bike helmet?

- Yeah, where the crazy lady

was brandishing the oar.

- She was scary.

I hope she's gone.

- Good night.

- Do you think

we'll see her again?

- Maybe.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(groans)

(object clatters)

(door clicks)

Can I come in?

(sighs)

- There's glasses

on the windowsill,

you know,

if you want to join me.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

One thing in common

with your little sister.

- What, the lush factor?

- Ah, the self-aware

lush factor.

- Oh.

- Very important.

Big difference.

So you're on an island.

It's 3:
00 in the morning,

and you're drinking by yourself.

- Yeah.

- What's going on?

- Really?

- I'm not good for small talk,

so I apologize

if I'm, uh, barging through

the doors of your privacy

right now.

- Yeah, it's okay.

You kind of are, but, it's...

- I am.

I apologize.

Let's talk about your slippers.

- Okay.

Let's talk about my slippers.

- Your slippers are awesome.

- I just walked out

on a seven-year relationship.

- Whoa.

- Hence the tequila.

- Hence the tequila.

- What's your story?

Mm, nothing really.

I just kind of had

a shitty year.

You know, thought it'd be nice

to have a little sabbatical,

get some alone time.

- Okay, good place for it.

- Good place for it.

- Obviously.

- Getting the alone time.

But I got to say,

not so terrible

to have a drinking buddy.

- Yeah.

- You are not

what I expected, Hannah.

- How so?

- You are, uh...

I don't know.

Just not how Iris

described you to me, I guess.

- How did she describe me?

- She... well,

if you don't know already,

she worships you

and looks up to you

and thinks you are amazing.

And she loves you.

- Yeah?

- It's true.

- What else?

- Well, I don't...

- Give me the dirt!

Come on!

- What am I supposed to say?

She loves you.

She thinks you're amazing.

- Well, I love her.

I think she's amazing.

- Well, good.

Well, drink your drink.

- You drink your drink.

Don't tell me to drink my drink.

- Well, I'm drinking my drink.

You drink that one.

Watch this.

- Oh, yeah?

Watch this.

- Wham!

Okay.

Do you have any brothers

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