My Own Seat : Part 36 "Hey man! It's been a while since you came by yourself," I heard someone say from behind me. The sound of wild music blared in my ears as I took a sip from a glass of vodka. The person who tried to speak to me took a seat on the couch across from me. I smiled. "Hey," I said, taking another sip, "how's it been around here while I'm gone?" "It's loud, as usual," he said, "Things get a little too loud though. More often now than it used to be." "How's the old man doing?" "As lively as ever. He's been chasing more girls now that you're rarely here." I sighed and took another sip. I placed my index finger on my forehead. When is he gonna learn? "So are we gonna switch back anytime soon? How's Mom?" "She's doing fine. Still crazy about working. And no we won't be switching back for a while. I've got guests at home that I'm responsible of. Sorry about that," I said apologetically. He smiled. "No problem. It's only fair that I stay here longer. You had to spend most of your #life here while I lived easy in the mansion. You can make up for lost luxuries there," he said, getting a drink of his own. "You didn't have to get out of the mansion you know. We could just both live there. The old man won't give a damn since we're older now." He smiled at me, taking a huge swig. "That's an idea. But no thanks. I'd like to check out the place you grew up in. I need to know as your older brother." "We're twins, you're not my older brother." "Oh? But I came out first," he said, taking a sip. Cool, we've been having this argument for years. "Suits yourself," I replied, "We look pretty much the same anyways." "I'm blonde," he replied. "Yeah you dyed it." "If I didn't, no one would be able to tell us apart." "They don't need to," I said. One's the son of a gangster and the other the son of a rich businesswoman. It's obvious which one's which. He wears suit to parties while I wear my dress shirt everywhere I go. It's funny how different identical people can be. "Well I want them to," he replied, smiling. I shrugged the discussion off and moved on. "Well I need your help on something," i said putting my glass away, "You know Phillip Hayes? Can you ask the old man about him and what his family does for a living?" "Hayes?" He asked, raising a brow, "that's a name I haven't heard in a while." "You know him?" "Sure. I've seen him before," he said, "When I went to a party two to three years ago with mom. He was with his dad, I think. Or was that an escort? Ah well, he was with this scary dude. I remember that mom talked with him about investments and all that. Hayes looked really rebelious back then. Like seriously evil as a kid. Pretty scary." "Oh? He hasn't changed much then," I said, pulling out a pack of cigarette and pulled out one, placing it on my lips. He looked dissaprovingly at me. "That's really bad for your lungs," he said. I smiled. "When I die, I die," I said, lighting it up, "cigs or no cigs." He shook his head dissaprovingly. "Seriously, I'm worried about you." "Don't. It's a waste of time. By the way, can you check on Hayes' background for me? Especially information on why he might have some serious grudge against Alex." "Alex? He's involved in another problem?" "Yeah well you know him," I said, breathing out smoke, "natural born main character. His #life's more interesting than Harry Potter's," I chuckled, "That's the reason we hang around him in the first place wasn't it?" He smiled. "True enough." "Oh well," I said, finishing the cigerette and crushing the end in the ashtray, "I'll leave now. The vibe here's gonna get to my head soon." I stood up and walked to the exit. "Hey," he called out to me, "Keep up the record." I smiled, "I'm trying my best Theo."