"Drink more, Owen! Drink more!"
One of the guys across the table lifted his glass with a loud cheer.
They were seated in a dim corner of the bar, bass vibrating faintly through the leather seats. The table was cluttered with empty glasses and half-melted ice.
Owen smirked and raised his own drink. "You're trying to kill me?"
"Just trying to see if you still can," another one laughed.
"Of course."
Owen didn't hesitate. He tipped the glass back and drank it in one go.
The guys around him whistled and clapped.
"See? He's still got it."
"You're next James!"
"Nah, we both drink at the same time."
"Pwahaha fine."
Lilian, seated close beside Owen, shook her head with a small smile. "You all are so immature."
But she didn't move away.
Over the past year, she and Owen had grown closer. What started as a casual company slowly turned into something steadier. She understood his silence. He didn't mind her presence.
