He served the alcohol too. This time the liquid was not brown but colorless. "Just a glass," he said pushing the glass to me after drinking a whole glass himself.
I did not complain this time as I took the glass and swallowed down that burning liquid. It was cold yet had a burning effect on my throat as I swallowed it down.
"This is not as bad as the first," I told him with a smile that I bet made me look like a clown.
I stopped smiling as my eyes got dizzy and the room seemed to dance. I guess I was wrong with that evaluation.
"Are you okay?" he asked me as he poured another glass for himself and gulped it down.
"Not so good but it is better than the first, perhaps, I am getting used to it, am I?" my speech slurred as I spoke.
"I guess you are," he replied and he poured more alcohol into his now empty glass.
"You must like that boy," I said as I noticed traces of sadness in his eyes as he gulped down the liquid.
