As expected, the inexperienced Riley was nowhere near sober after one glass of beer. His silly smile and drooping eyelids were a dead giveaway.
"Okay, I believe you now. Your alcohol tolerance is almost non-existent. You're too green for this," Lark admitted, peering at Riley leaning on his shoulder.
"I'm not drunk," Riley argued, instantly sitting up straight. It was laughable coming from him, given his blushed cheeks and slurred speech.
"Yeah, yeah… That's what drunk people always say." Then shaking his head smiling, Lark mumbled, "I never knew anyone could get easily drunk like this from finishing a bottle of beer… So funny…"
Drunk, not deaf, Riley heard Lark's comment.
Lark, with a glass in his hand, was about to drink when Riley suddenly grabbed his shoulders and twisted his body to face him. Caught unprepared, beer sloshed out of Lark's glass and into his shirt, soaking it wet.
