"I can't believe that I did that, "Ethan muttered as he gulped down another glass of neat whiskey. What possessed him to say that he was getting married? He wasn't cut for marriage. He would torture the poor girl in a single day. What the hell was he even thinking?
Dear Lord, help him.
"Oh, you clearly did, "Liam reminded him as he poured another glass. Currently, he was accompanying his brother to drink down his sorrows. Nobody was a better partner at drinking than him. But it was a sad thing that he had vowed to never drink a drop of alcohol after his near-death incident caused by alcohol. However, he was still able to give company to his miserable elder brother who was only a year older than him.
"Which market sells wives?" Ethan asked his brother.
"The matrimonial market, "Liam snickered. "All you have to give is a list and they will finalise a custom made woman for you."
"A list?" Drunk Ethan asked. "The usual type."
