Aryan was already a little drunk. He looked up and saw Zion through his dim eyes.
He immediately pounced on Zion and said with a smile, "Zion, you're here."
Zion turned his face away in disgust. Aryan reeked of alcohol, and Zion could not help but curse, "How much did you drink?"
Aryan giggled. "Not much... Burp, not much at all."
Zion ignored Aryan and turned to the bartender. "How much did he drink?"
The bartender put the empty bottles aside and gestured to Zion to look.
"Damn, three bottles of whiskey. Aryan really goes crazy."
Zion was furious. If Aryan kept drinking, he would be sent to the hospital.
Aryan said drunkenly, "Not much. It's just a few bottles of wine."
"Just a few bottles. Do you know how strong this wine is?" Zion gestured for his driver to carry Aryan away. As Zion paid the bill, he took Aryan out of the bar.