Smith was touching the patterns along his alcohol container inside his room.
The pattern wasn't part of the container, it was actually a part of the cover, which he made from leather to prevent friction and damage to his real container.
The leather cover was very intricate, a glance at it would make you think it was part of the container.
There was a ring at the inner upper part, allowing Smith to easily hang it over his waist.
For Smith, the best thing about the cover was the convenience in carrying.
Gulp, Gulp Gulp.
A few big gulps of his alcohol later, Smith said in a blurry tone.
"An unexpected intervention? What a headache."
Bolt, who was beside Smith, moved its head towards Smith, pushing his hand to show affection.
"Don't worry, I am fine. It's not that bad, I can still cope with the unexpected situation."
Smith waved at Bolt and showed a smile. He then looked outside the room.
