Avi counted till seven crackers, but after that she lost count. Advik didn’t complain as he kept on stuffing her, likely on the grounds that he was eating as well. Who can blame them when they haven’t had a decent meal for the past two days?
The wine has begun to influence their head and Avi could in, an actual sense, see two Adviks swallowing down the red fluid. Which one was the real AK? She too had her reasonable share of liquor and didn’t think could stomach any more. She hasn’t felt so full in ages and the crackers should feel privileged.
“Cheers to the men who made this dinner possible.”
He yelled, raising the now empty bottle. No amount of tequila could replace a single bottle of the blessed fluid. Advik was definitely drunk, which says something as he drank his miseries but st
