On The Verge

His brother could hold up several bottles of alcohol. How had this managed to make him pass out.

That was not even important. Why was he cuddling a huge bottle of alcohol instead of a woman?

"Dude?" George nudged the guy once more. But hell! He was too drunk to come back to his senses.

There were several more bottles laying on the floor. They were all similar to the one in his hand. And George wondered. Where in the world did his brother get his hands on these centuries old wines.

"Holy hell!" He cursed out loud and left the drunk guy to examine one of the bottles with expanded pupils. Did his brother have these all along?

Where in the freaking hell did he hide them? How come he was only seeing them now?

"Hey, Buddy." He nudged the drunk guy again. However, Greg only stared at him through half-closed eyes and mumbled something incoherent.

He danced his fingers on the air as if writing something.