"A confidant in life is rare. Let's have a drink." The man laughed heartily. He raised his cup high above his head and then gulped it down.
The two drank the bowl of alcohol with relish and then slammed the cups heavily on the table.
Indeed, the strength of this liquor was strong. Although Jacob had drunk a lot of potent alcohol, this cup of wine felt like a knife cutting through his throat as the liquor flowed down his throat into his stomach.
Up next, his belly felt as if a blazing fire had sparked. With a boom, a sensation of heat surged within him.
The sensation and flavor was overwhelming; there was no need to mention how great they were.
"I feel fantastic." Jacob hit his cup heavily on the table as he guffawed. "Such a rare, fine wine."
"Wine is meant to be drunk by those who appreciate it." The man showed a faint smile. "It's rare to see a friend like you."