The Feast (3)
"I was out only for thirty minutes. What the hell could have happened for them to fight?" Alex muttered, glancing sideways at Liv, who just shrugged.
"They were all drunk, honestly."
"Were they?" Alex asked in disbelief. He knew Ratamir was drunk, and Ravi was always drunk, but he had seen Bogath and Tal'Dore only sipping.
"Yes, all of them. Even Tal'Dore was a little high when we left the building,"
Alex raised his eyebrows at the statement and stormed into the building, opening the two doors with force and speed. The music was as loud as ever; half of the people clapped their hands with excitement, and the other half was concerned.
What he saw was a complete and utter mess. Ratamir was shoving Tal'Dore away with a powerful movement, and the elf hit the table behind him, staining his clothes and throwing food at the others nearby. But the worst part was that the elf fell on Ravi, who got up and was already punching the lean one.