Nobody noticed Ken's actions during the ruckus, as everyone's attention was focused on the siblings' fight. The woman rose from the ground slowly, a faint blush decorating her cheeks and disclosing the fact that she was drunk.
"You shitty sister, I can't believe you had slept with my fiancée, with your sister-in-law!"
"Huh? That flower came to me first, so why are you blaming me? Blame yourself if your tool was so underwhelming that she craved a -hic- woman instead!"
The man's lips quivered in anger for a moment before he lashed out at his sister. His face and unfocused gaze showed he was not any less drunk than her. Their shaky stances seemed anything but threatening to the onlookers.
"For your information, she never stopped -hic- screaming when I entered, and my tool is just fine. It's even bigger than any other -hic- man's tool I've ever seen!" He shouted in anger, hurrying to defend his honor.
