In Danial's penthouse, the trio was jolted awake by the loud groans coming from the bed as Danial leaned on his headboard and grasped his pounding head. "Ughh...my head~"
"Serve you right for chugging the whiskey like a plain water." A mocking remark could be heard from his bedside and the bedroom turned bright when someone switched on the light. He squinting his eyes to adjusting his pupils with the bright light and made out three shadows at his side. "You three..."
"Glad you still able to count correctly. I thought you already lose your other sense when you senselessly drunk yourself into oblivion and making trouble with others," Calvin sarcastically remarked.
"We thought we'll need to buy white wreaths for your funeral, as you didn't wake up for over twenty-four hours." Micheal mocked him too.
