"It's just drinking, isn't it?"
I followed the example of downing the whole glass in one gulp.
The whiskey was quite potent, burning my throat and stomach as it went down. I became a bit dizzied by the whole experience.
The pudgy youth nearby filled my tumbler again—with considerably more liquor this time.
"Not bad. You've got some manliness after all. Come on, cheers!"
Another clink of the glasses. My drinking partner finished his drink. Now, it was my turn.
I looked at the two and a half shots or so of amber liquid apprehensively.
Normally, I barely drank any alcohol at all. I had no tolerance for it. Not to mention, I had drunk quite a bit of wine at lunch with Iris and the others. If I were to keep drinking, there was a high chance I would throw up by the end of it.
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