The waiter walked to the reception desk, consulted the general manager, and politely said, "Sir, you can, but please make sure to come and settle the bill on time tomorrow."
"Here's the car key."
After handing it over to her, Alexander Stuart carried Tercy Mason out to the main road where he hailed a Blue Bird Taxi using his cell phone app. The private car quickly took them back to Alexander's apartment.
They alighted the car.
Perhaps as a result of the bumps on the road,
Tercy Mason, unexpectedly let out a vomit without any warning. The vomit, tinged with the stinging, spicy smell of alcohol, spilled all over Alexander Stuart.
Forcing him to hold his breath and wrinkle his brow.
This smell was too unbearable...
But Tercy did not seem satisfied, she threw up a few more times—right on him, in his arms. The foul and dirty vomit coated his suit...
