"I... I feel numb"
A murmur echoes in the room. "Can't you handle whiskey?" I respond. Still looking out of the glass wall to observe the sky. "N... No. It is just I feel weird suddenly. I am going to sleep" Pressing his temples, Damian stands up from the lounge. Only to fall back. It captures my attention.
I turn. Why isn't he asking what I did to him? A person with common sense would straight up query what I have done to them since it occurred after drinking the whiskey. Knowing he can handle the whiskey, he does not doubt me. Where did this man's brain go?
"Damian?" Approaching near to him, I tilt my head for better view from above. He is unconscious already? Since I can't add the angel dust powder in his glass ahead, I chose to pour the whole pack into the ice bucket. Whiskey is a must with ice, so I knew he would use ice.
And I avoided the ice tonight.
