Snore—!
The loud echo was heard as Ivan lay on his back, hanging from the new sofa, and his empty glass dropped to the soft carpet with a thud.
'Dad must have been really happy...'
Not long into the evening, Nikolai's tongue began to roll on the sweet whiskey, which tasted similar to bloodwine. A potent alcohol that affected monsters. Nikolai's body swayed with each step, and his legs slipped when he approached his father and covered him with a blanket.
Nikolai's eyes flicked open and closed, revealing two outlines of his father and the objects before he placed a hand over his face and took a deep breath.
'I am drunk.'
The dark room became silent, with moonlight leaking from the bay window, a guide helping Nikolai shuffle and sway to his room.
"I should sleep."
