Damien Sterling placed the glass of juice in front of Emma Hart, then downed her glass of whiskey in one swift motion.
Emma Hart tried to grab Damien's arm to stop him, but it was too late; the burning liquor had already flowed into his system. Damien's limbs quickly heated up as a result.
She glanced over at Matthew Taylor, who remained expressionless. Could he really handle his alcohol that well?
"This is homemade by the hostess herself. Good, isn't it?" Matthew Taylor smirked proudly.
"Let's not just drink. Have some food," Emma said, placing some meat into Damien's bowl.
After five glasses of whiskey, Damien felt his body heat up and a splitting headache took over, as if his head was being torn apart.
He held his head with his hands, trying to stay conscious.
"Damien, are you alright?" Emma asked, her face full of concern, but Damien didn't respond.
