A Futile Love From Her Youth

"...you're dead drunk."

Alvin couldn't believe his eyes. Next to him, Shaelyn had a helpless look on her face. Rupert and Elaine were also dumbfounded by what they were seeing.

On the couch, Asher was deep in sleep. The sweet wine scent lingered around him.

Leaning against the cushion, Asher crossed his arms and closed his eyes. He didn't show any abnormal behavior but, he was actually too intoxicated now.

It was extremely rare to encounter such a case but, Asher kept filling up the wine and bourbon glasses even after Alvin and Elaine repeatedly told him to stop.

"Big Brother... what should we do now? Send Brother Asher home?" Elaine asked for her cousin brother's opinion, her tone sounding concerned.

The clock had just struck half past ten. It was still early to disperse but, Asher was already too drunk.