Soon, the waiter appeared before them, carrying several bottles of exquisitely packaged red wine. Although Sam was unfamiliar with the brand of the wine, its elegant packaging suggested that it wasn't cheap.
Sam always felt that Alice, this woman, spent at least 60% of her income on drinking, if not more.
So why the fondness for alcohol? This was something Sam couldn't understand. An occasional indulgence he could grasp, but what kind of desolate life must one lead to drink every day?
Living in the numbness brought on by alcohol, without ever being sober, could that really be a meaningful life?
Sam could respect it, but understanding it was another matter.
But now, that was irrelevant.
He only wanted to get the two ladies in front of him drunk, or perhaps be drunk to death by them.
He had sworn in his heart that if he didn't manage to get Alice or Aurora drunk, he would go change his name to Bob.
