Ravi blinked twice. Just now, he had seen two Malik staring at him. He looked at the table and saw bottles staring at him, the tray of grilled fish had already been plucked clean by him, leaving behind bones.
"One, two, three…"
"What are you doing?" Malik said, his voice still calm and gentle even though there were more than four bottles of soju in front of him. He had said that he did not like rice wine but had ordered soju instead.
"Counting how many bottles that I drank?"
"Five."
"This is all your fault." Ravi grumbled as he rubbed his forehead. Somewhere along the line, Malik started pouring wine for him the moment his bowl was empty.
Refilling it over and over again. Ravi came from a culture that dictated one to drink when another person poured wine for him. Normally, he would not care but thinking that he would take advantage of this person without giving him any money, he drank the wine happily. Plus it was good wine. He rubbed his forehead.
