"Well, you are so drunk. You can't even remember my home is a few.... um few.... few," replied Zi Han only for him to lose his words in the middle. It seemed he was also drunk but he would never admit it.
"A few streets over?" asked Yi Chen his eyes shimmering under the bright lights.
"Yes that, a few streets over. Ah, I am so hungry.... I want spicy seafood. Let's make some!" yelled Zi Han pumping his fist like he was ready for war.
Yi Chen draped his arm around Zi Han's shoulders and led him into the house while explaining, "We can't get seafood at this hour. How about we raid the fridge and find something to eat?"
Zi Han's face sank when he heard there was no seafood. If there wasn't any seafood then he wanted to go home. At least there his grandpa would perform magic and voila there is seafood.
"I want to go home then. At least grandpa will make it for me," he said while dragging his feet in protest.
