Harrison Clark didn't blame him and laughed, taking a swig.
With his current constitution, any amount of alcohol was nothing.
After thanking Harrison Clark, Fat Man turned to thank Samantha, and someone suggested a toast between the two.
Fat Man agreed.
But then someone said that Samantha had juice in her hand, not wine, so it didn't count.
Harrison Clark's heart skipped a beat, wanting to stop, but the already tipsy Fat Man insisted.
He gathered spirit and waved his hand manly, "No, that's not acceptable! My wife can't drink now!"
As he said this, Fat Man's hand gently rested on Samantha's lower abdomen, his face beaming with happiness.
Samantha shyly lowered her head, looking at the big white hand on her waist and gently placed her left hand on the back of Fat Man's hand.
She glanced sideways at Fat Man.
Their eyes met, filled with a thick, inseparable sweetness.
The light pouring on them is like cascading light, both romantic and heartwarming.
