Snow and Jonathan were cruising in the same car.


    Jonathan spoke with a casual tone, "You better watch out, that guy might be hitting the bottle pretty


    hard."


    Snow chuckled, "No worries, we haven''t seen each other for a long time. It''s okay to have a few extra


    drinks when you catch up."


    Jonathan smiled, appreciating how easy it was tomunicate with someone as sharp as Snow.


    Originally, the two were mere acquaintances; now, they had be friends. And friends, naturally stay


    united! The barbecue ce Manny had rmended was no ordinary street stall but rather a more


    upscale establishment located by the river. It was a two-story building, with the second floor designed


    as an open- air space, separated into semi-private booths with screens, a setup often reserved for


    celebrities.


    Upon arrival, Quintessa headed straight to the second floor, leaving Manny to order downstairs.


    Tyrone was a step behind her. The skewers weren''t served yet, but the table was already full of beer


    and spirits.


    Jonathan nced at the table and felt a heartache, still feeling the effects of a heavy drinking session


    from two nights ago. Snow quietly observed the selection of drinks and gave Jonathan a sidelong


    nce. Tyrone suggested with a grin, "It''s no fun just eating without drinks. Let''s y a game."


    He produced a deck of cards, tossed it to Manny for dealing. Each person received three cards to


    compare sizes. The loser drinks!


    Tyrone''s method was straightforward.


    Quintessa, holding a bottle of beer, watched coldly from the sidelines. Within the first ten rounds,


    Tyrone had lost six times, and three empty bottles already stood before him, adhering to their rule of


    drinking half a beer per loss.


    Manny, watching them down their drinks incessantly, sensing the tense atmosphere over the dining


    table, "Quinn, isn''t this a bit too intense? Aren''t you going to step in?"


    "What''s there to intervene? This grilled mushroom is pretty good, get me a few more skewers."


    "Alright."


    Quintessa realized Snow and Jonathan had teamed up against Tyrone. Tyrone must have realized it,


    too, but he hadn''t said anything, keeping one wondering what he was plotting.


    Having downed six beers without


    batting an eyelid, Tyrone was ready for another found. He announced, "Let''s switch things up. If I lose


    this round, everything on this table is on me. But if I win, you two, split it, how''s that? Think about it; it


    actually you two getting the better deal. Be men, and you''ll y. If not, better to back out now."


    With Tyrone''s challengeid out and Quintessa watching, Snow nodded.


    As the three revealed their cards, Tyrone said with a smile, "Sorry, gents, looks like I win. A bet''s a bet,


    please do the honors."


    Jonathan''s face darkened, realizing


    Tyrone had likely been losing on purpose earlier to lower their guard, aiming to take them down in one


    fell swoop. If he drank all that, he would sure to be floored. He touched his nose, "My doctor said I


    shouldn''t drink excessively these next few days."This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


    Tyrone cracked open a lobster, "Come on, uncle, that''s no fun. If you couldn''t handle it, you shouldn''t


    have yed. I won''t pick on the elderly but you agreed, and backing out now is just weak. What would


    Quinn think of you?"


    After peeling the lobster, he removed the vein and offered it to Quintessa.


    Quintessa froze, and Tyrone said, "Come on, open up. Have a couple of bites. Later, I''ll take you to eat


    something really good."


    Snow and Jonathan both looked at Quintessa, who suddenly felt her face heating up, her heart racing


    unexpectedly.