Renard Quinn wasn't drunk at all.
Cole Quinn was in the same state as him, appearing only as if he were drunk.
Uncle Pine chuckled, "You two, don't act as if you are heavily drunk. Just pretend to be."
Renard didn't deny Uncle Pine's words at all. He said, "True, I think I acted that part quite well."
Uncle Pine looked at the day's "battlefield". Hmm, indeed, they drained half a barrel of cellar-cave wine.
Cole picked some food on the tabletop to snack on alongside his alcohol, and asked Renard, "Young Master, what's the plan for tonight?"
Renard stretched and said, "If nothing else, let's go and visit Quentin Franklin."
"Quentin Franklin, why do you want to visit him? Aren't you waiting for him to come to you?"
Cole asked with some confusion.
Renard sighed, "Who asked me to drink, the more I drink the more energetic I become?"
"Anyway, I don't plan to sleep tonight. Doing something meaningful, I don't see anything wrong with it."