"Here's your coffee, General Rachelle," Jack said the moment he entered my office. He placed the coffee on my desk and I thanked him for that. "Why did you even drink booze if you can't even handle it?" He shook his head.
I massaged my temples after sighing. "I only drank one-fourth," I said and took a sip from the cup. "I felt like my head was pounding and someone was punching on my head." I shook my head. "I think I drank more than one-fourth..."
I woke up having an overwhelming headache. I am trying to remember if I went on a rampage after taking a drink at that time. I should have listened to His Majesty that I should drink one-fourth of the mug since I am a first-timer.
"You are being stupid, General."
I pouted. "That's a harsh comment. I'm hurt." I faked a painful expression while clutching the left chest of my uniform.
Jack rolled his eyes and fixed his glasses. "Don't be so dramatic, General Rachelle."
