A Discussion
At Darius's table, he didn't know how their conversation ended up this way.
"But my Jayra's the most beautiful of them all."
He didn't expect that the alcohol they were drinking would be that strong, but he could only guess that he had underestimated how old and exquisite the Everett's wine collection would be to them. He was sure that they as a group had already drunk a small country's worth of vintage wine, and yet the bottles just kept on coming.
He supposed that he'd have to pay Gideon for the economic damage that he, Bartos, Gilas, Osman, and Calypso had done to their wine cellar.
"I'm beginning to think that asking Gideon for a crate of our own wine was a bad idea," Darius sighed to himself even as he took a swig from his own bottle.
"He said yes though, so it's his fault," Calypso slurred out, a wide grin on his face as he took a sip from his bottle. "He didn't think that we'd be drinking nonstop."