So Gustav was his rival in drinking alcohol. If this guy ever beat Raphael in this competition, then that man was a monster, he thought.
It was rare for Raphael to drink, but once he did, he drank so much Ezra didn't even know how much was the limit. And to be honest, he was curious about what Gustav had told him, was Gustav that tolerant of alcohol?
As he scanned through the surroundings, more and more people gathered in the backyard as if they knew what was going to happen at this hour, and then from afar he saw a familiar face running towards him, Raphael's expression seemed to be bewildered as he did not expect Ezra to be sitting casually here.
"Ezra, what brings you here? Weren't you supposed to wait for me at-"
"Ah... Sorry, I was looking for Gustav."
"Why were you looking for him-"
