"What's that supposed to mean?" Paul's words slurred slightly as he grabbed another bottle of Rémy Martin. "You think I can't handle my liquor?" His face had turned an alarming shade of red as he swayed, taking another deep pull from the bottle.
Laura watched in disbelief. Paul was drinking expensive spirits like water. Even water would be dangerous in such quantities.
The others shifted uncomfortably, exchanging nervous glances as Paul took another massive gulp.
Despite their attempts to reason with him, Paul remained defiant. "Your turn, punk!"
"Alright, alright, take it easy." Justin picked up the dice cup with deliberate casualness.
The room erupted when his roll revealed three twos and three threes - a mere 15 points. Even a blind man could beat that score.
"15 points? Is this s
