"The sooner, the better."
In the end, Kris Cooper made sure to add these four words. These four words, spoken one by one, revealed utter dominance and an undeniable forcefulness.
The waiter nodded quickly. "Very well, sir. Would the two of you like any drinks?"
"No!"
"Yes!"
Two voices sounded simultaneously.
The one who said "no" was Kris Cooper; the one who insisted "yes" was Vera Wave.
Kris Cooper furrowed his eyebrows.
She can't even hold her liquor; what's she drinking for?
"Yes!" Vera insisted.
I'm already as frustrated as I can be today. Don't they say getting drunk can drown all your sorrows? I want to get drunk too!
Kris raised an eyebrow.
The young girl's eyebrows were arched even higher than his.
They locked eyes for a moment before he finally conceded.
"A bottle of '96 Lafite from Bordeaux, France."
"Alright, I'll place the order right away!"
After a polite bow, the waiter jogged off.
