Varce’s POV
Fuck. He really couldn't hold his alcohol to save his life. Things were about to get interesting. I kept engaging him in stupid chats that made no sense, even to me. The minute he started talking rubbish, I knew I had him right where I wanted him.
Since he won't tell me anything, he would answer my questions in this state. Crucify me all you want and I know being drunk doesn't automatically make one spill out truths but trust me, I knew this little s**t enough to know what I was doing.
He was so drunk it was comical, so I went straight to business. All the questions I had, I began to ask.
“Sergey? Still here? Want more?” I'm such a devil.
“Yes, Captain. I feel so terrible.” He said, looking disoriented.
“How's home? Seems you were comfortable.” I tried to divert, resting
