Ryan's alcohol tolerance wasn't particularly strong. After downing several glasses of red wine, his speech was noticeably slurred. After a while, he made his way to William's side.
"William, I... I was wrong before! From now on, you're like a brother to me! Whatever you want me to do, I'll do..." Ryan said, gripping the back of William's chair for support and trying to focus his eyes. He stammered, "If you ask me to work in Manhattan, I swear I won't go to Brooklyn..."
"Alright, alright!" William, being a reasonable person, responded, knowing that it didn't really matter what a drunk person said. They could say just about anything.
"...Hahaha!" Ryan, in his inebriated state, had seemingly thrown all concerns about face and reputation to the wind. His words left many attendees dumbfounded.
Was this really the same brash and arrogant young heir of the Carter family?
