"Charlie, come on, a toast to you!"
In the hotel suite, boys kept coming up to toast me.
I didn't refuse anyone, whether it was red wine or beer, I gulped it down directly, not knowing how much I'd drunk, yet my face didn't even flush.
"Drink a little less!"
Nicole sat beside me, her brows slightly furrowed, offering a word of advice.
"It's fine, I don't get drunk. Did you forget? At the last class reunion, no one could outdrink me," I laughed.
Nicole was taken aback and thought about it. It was true, at that class reunion, so many people tried to get me drunk, but were almost overwhelmed by me instead.
"Still, drink less; too much alcohol isn't good!" Nicole insisted.
The boys on the side looked on, somewhat envious.
"Charlie is indeed Charlie; he even managed to invite Miss Anderson!" The group of boys murmured, admiring me to the point of utter awe.
"Charlie, I've wronged you before, please forgive me!"
Billy Hammond also came over, clinking glasses with me.
