Sometimes, it was more the feeling than the drink.
"Where was I dishonest?" Jacob smiled wryly and said, "When you said I wanted to drink, I brought you here. When you said you wanted to indulge yourself tonight, I accompanied you. Now, I have become a man who doesn't keep my word?"
"You said that you would not go home until you're drunk, but I feel that I had been drinking alone. You didn't even touch a glass," Rolande argued.
"I did drink. It's just that I don't drink as fast as you." He smiled in embarrassment. He did not drink much because the place was full of people. If both of them were drunk, something may happen.
"Look, you don't smell of alcohol. How dare you say that you drank?" She approached him, reeking of alcohol.
He felt a little uncomfortable because she was too close to him. Her aura seemed to be tempting him.
"I... "
"Liar." She rolled her eyes at him. She was already a little drunk.
"Okay, it's my fault," He shrugged helplessly.