"That was… bold," said Feyright, pouring himself a glass of liquor while sitting on the couch, chuckling to himself. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were droopy. It was already midnight.
"Yeah, and what did you expect?" Alex retorted. He was drunk, too, and although he was underage… he wasn't on Earth anymore. The laws and rules of the Blue Planet didn't apply to Telos Dou Dromou.
Plus, he had plenty of experience with being drunk. For twelve years of his life, he was an alcoholic. Although he could've extinguished his passion for alcohol by simply refusing to drink, he didn't.
It was because he wasn't satisfied with his life.
But now, he had everything he wanted. Except for Isabella, his father, and their revenge, he was complete. He had a long journey ahead of him, but he valued the journey instead of the outcome.
As they said, the one who enjoyed the journey rather than the destination always walked further.