This mouth of yours is quite venomous.
Finn Wilson didn't make a sound and just picked up an unopened bottle of whisky and hurled it over.
Alexander Scott's head tilted slightly to the side, avoiding the attack.
The bottle of whisky smashed against the wall with a 'bang', shattering into pieces, and alcohol splattered everywhere.
After downing three glasses in silence, Edward Abel finally took pity and noticed Finn seemed to be in a bad mood. With good intentions, he asked, "What's wrong? Something bothering you?"
Finn lit a cigarette, took a fierce drag and exhaled a thin cloud of smoke before speaking faintly, "You tell me, what should you do if there's a girl you can't seem to charm no matter how hard you try?"
Edward contemplated for a moment, then patted Finn on the shoulder seriously, "If even you can't charm a girl, I think the only option left is to drug her!"
"Pff!" Ann Chapman sprayed out her drink.
