The one where Ravi is tipsy, not DRUNK

Ravi blinked twice. Just now, he had seen two Malik staring at him. He looked at the table and saw bottles staring at him, the tray of grilled fish had already been plucked clean by him, leaving behind bones.

"One, two, three…"

"What are you doing?" Malik said, his voice still calm and gentle even though there were more than four bottles of soju in front of him. He had said that he did not like rice wine but had ordered soju instead.

"Counting how many bottles that I drank?"

"Five."

"This is all your fault." Ravi grumbled as he rubbed his forehead. Somewhere along the line, Malik started pouring wine for him the moment his bowl was empty.