The night was not growing any younger and it was obvious that we had no choice than to stay overnight at the Last Stop Town. But where were we going to spend the night?
"My place", Jang Sik said after drinking his last poured glass of soju.
"Why? My place is far larger and better than yours", the owner of the restaurant responded.
After dropping his glass on the table, Jang Sik laughed out heartily as he mentioned: "Your place? Please don't make me laugh. Yes, I agree with you about having the nicest home. But, what's a home without peace?"
"What are you trying to imply? Are you claiming that there is no peace in my home?" Our restaurant madam was getting angry. With the rising tensions, I could tell that in no time, an argument would arise and so did it occur.
