Milton hugged August: "Do you have a surgery today? If so, I'll wait for you; if not, let's go drink some beer together. We must have a blast today for our friendship."
"No surgery today, but is there nothing wrong with you? Have you really come all the way just to drink with me?" August definitely doesn't believe this old fox; he surely has something to ask, and judging by his demeanor, it's probably not a small matter.
August actually wanted to see what Milton was up to, so he said, "Alright, old friend, for friendship, we must have a good drink. I haven't drunk with you in ages."
"There's no surgery tomorrow, right? I remember tomorrow's not your surgery day."
"You have an excellent memory—indeed, tomorrow's not my surgery day, so it doesn't matter how much we drink tonight."
"That's great, old friend."
"How about coming to my place? We can grill meat and drink beer together."
"Sounds good to me."
The two came out of the elevator shoulder to shoulder.
