Spencer and Xavion felt as though they were on the verge of death.

Their alcohol tolerance was only average. Thinking about drinking three big glasses in a row made them feel like vomiting before they had even touched the liquor.

Unfortunately, Charlie did not give them any leeway at all.

He glared at Xavion and warned him coldly, “What are you waiting for? Why don’t you hurry up? Do you want me to pour you a drink?”

Xavion gnashed his teeth, and he stepped forward in a panic, opening one of