When Frank and Lucas came back from the bathroom, William and the others were already several bottles in, and nearly drunk.
"Frank, why did it take you so long?" Nancy asked him.
"I was just out for a cigarette." Frank stared at William while he spoke.
"Okay, fine." Nancy smiled arrogantly and said nothing more.
"What—what time is it now, anyway?" William smelled like a distillery. The amount of alcohol he consumed made him stumble over his words.
"Ten o'clock at night." The man in glasses said, "Still early."
"Still early? Really?" His wife put her hand on his knee. "So you don't need to go to work tomorrow?"
"Ha ha ha..." Lucas said with a laugh, "I think you're right."
"How about another drink before we leave?" The tall, thin man's face was already red.
"Sounds good!" William raised his glass and was about to down another one. Lucas grabbed his glass and said, "Now cut that out. Look at you. William is obviously drunk. You want him to pass out from alcohol poisoning? I can't believe you people! Jesus!"
"What do-do you think we can do about it?" the man in glasses stammered.
"Yes," said Nancy. "It was his own idea. No one held a gun to his head and told him to drink."
"All right, all right. You ready to go?" Lucas waved his hand. "Let's leave."
"Yeah. They're almost done, too."
"Okay, then I'll take my husband home."
"Fine," nodded Lucas. "Take care."
A group of people walked out, leaving only four people in the noisy box.
"I'll give William a lift." Frank stood up and pulled William to his feet, indicating they should leave.
"Frank!" Lucas called. "Shouldn't you take care of your wife first?" Lucas said, holding his arm. He wasn't wrong.
Nancy stood aside and sneered, "Never mind. I'll call a taxi myself."
"It's really late. Aren't you worried about her?" Lucas glared at Frank. ''Mary...'1
Just as everyone was at an impasse, William suddenly muttered something, his body shaking.
Frank felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He dropped his hand from William's arm.
"Did you hear that?" Lucas smiled and said, "He wants his wife. I'll get Mary to pick him up. You drive Nancy home."
Nancy raised her eyebrows.
"Let's go!" With a pale face, Frank pressed his lips into a thin line and guided Nancy out of the room.
Lucas took out William's cellphone, trying to find Mary's number. He scrolled through call logs and contacts trying to figure it out.
When Mary was about to head home, her phone rang. She took out her phone and glanced at the caller ID. It was William, who she hadn't heard from in a few days. Victor was nearby.
"Who's that?" asked Victor, raising his eyebrows.
"It's William." Mary smiled and answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Hello?" Lucas's voice sounded a little excited. "Mary?"
That wasn't William's voice. "You're not William. Who are you?" Mary was stunned. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm his friend, Lucas," Lucas said quickly. "He's drunk now. Think you could drop by here and pick him up?"
"He's drunk?" Mary frowned. "Fine. Where are you now?" she asked.
"At the Love Bar. Do you know the place?"
"Yeah, I know where that is. I'll be right there."
"Okay, I'll wait for you at the entrance."
After hanging up the phone, Mary was about to leave. "Victor, I have something to deal with now. I'm leaving. Sorry I have to leave you here."
"What's going on?"
"William's drunk. I need to get him home."
"Let me drive you there."
"No, thanks anyway." Mary waved her hand.
"It's really late. I'm worried about you." Victor insisted, "We'll be there soon."
Without saying anything more, Mary followed Victor into the car. She didn't have too much time to argue with him.
When Mary got out of the car, Lucas's eyes lit up. She was cute, so William had a good taste. Even though Mary was just his wife in name only, she matched William perfectly. "Mary?" he ventured. He was hoping he was right. "Hi," Lucas said as he walked towards Mary, supporting William's weight.
"Hello." She looked up and down at Lucas. As she expected, birds of a feather flock together. William was a handsome man, and his friends were outrageously attractive, too.
"Nice to meet you. The name's Lucas Murong. I'm William's classmate and friend."
"Nice to meet you. I... I'm his wife," Mary said awkwardly.
"William used to be able to hold his liquor. I don't know why he'd be drunk today," Lucas said. Saying that, he transferred William's dead weight to Mary. She could barely hold him up. "I'll leave him in your capable hands."
"Yeah, ok." Struggling to even stand under her drunken burden, she could only grunt a reply through gritted teeth.
"You gonna be okay?" Lucas asked.
"Yeah, I think so."
"Well, fine, I'm leaving now."
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