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Chapter 283
Tristan Is Drunk “It’s a gathering, so let’s have some alcohol,” suggested Sunny all of a sudden. He
was too scared to outright fight Tristan, so he figured he’d settle for getting the guy drunk. The
Wheelers had five members, so there was no way Tristan could out-drink all of them. “Sure.” Mark got
up and went to retrieve a treasured bottle of vodka. He had spent a fortune to buy that bottle. Sunny
stared when he saw Mark returning with that particular bottle. Isn’t that his most treasured bottle of
vodka? Why is he getting it for us? Mark ignored Sunny’s stare. He simply popped the bottle open and
poured everyone half a glass of vodka. Sophie knew her alcohol well. Even the scent of the vodka was
exquisite. She picked up her glass and sipped some. The taste was perfect. “This is amazing,”
complimented Sophie before she took another sip. “Is it really that good?” asked Ysabelle. She had
never had vodka before, but the way Sophie appeared satisfied made Ysabelle take a sip. “Oh, my
gosh!” She wasn’t used to the liquor and almost spat everything out. Sophie couldn’t help giggling
when she saw Ysabelle struggling like that. The former got the latter a piece of tissue. “Maybe you
should just stick to regular wine.” The vodka was good, but the alcohol content was ridiculously high.
For those who had never taken vodka before, it was easy for them to get drunk quickly. “Mr. Tristan,
this is the first time we drink together. I’m sure you won’t turn down our offer to drink up, right?” I’m sure
the rich are acquainted with exotic vodkas like these. “Of course not,” replied Tristan as he picked his
glass up. He wasn’t an idiot and knew that the vodka was so rare that it was virtually impossible to
procure it, even with all the money in the world. He sipped at the liquor. Not bad. “Thank you for your
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttreat today.” “Come on. We’re all men here, so what’s with all the excess politeness? Let’s just drink
up,” replied Sunny immediately. He had only suggested getting some alcohol because he wanted to get
Tristan drunk. “Okay, if you say so,” replied Tristan. He knew what Sunny was planning right away. This
kid has been hostile toward me from the very beginning. It’s obvious what his plans are. “I’m young and
can be hotheaded sometimes, Mr. Tristan. Please don’t take my rude words earlier to heart. Here, I will
drink up to apologize for that,” said Sunny. He downed an entire shot after that. Tristan picked up his
glass and downed his drink as well. Sunny was just a punk to him, so he couldn’t care less. Mark filled
his own glass. He didn’t say anything, but he nodded at Tristan and raised his drink at the latter before
downing it. Tristan topped up his glass and tossed back another shot. The three other band members
took turns toasting Tristan. After that, Sunny started the cycle again. Ysabelle inched toward Sophie
and whispered, “What do we do, Sophie? The tension between the men is so high.” I knew it. Uncle
Tristan being here causes all sorts of trouble. Sophie poured herself another glass of vodka. She
enjoyed her drink and watched from the side. “Ignore them. Just enjoy your food.” “Oh, okay.” Can
Uncle Tristan handle drinking against all five of them? It’d be so embarrassing for him if he puked in
front of Sophie. Sunny was the first one to fall after having too many shots. He collapsed against the
couch and just laid there. Mark and Tristan battled until the very end. Mark was a man of few words,
but it was clear he didn’t like Tristan either. That was understandable since they were all super
protective of Sophie. “That’s enough. It’s getting late,” said Sophie to put a stop to everything. The two
of them had drunk too much, and if they continued, they would end up in the hospital. “Okay.” “Okay.”
Both men were surprisingly obedient. “I need to use the washroom,” said Mark. He was actually having
a hard time keeping up. “Are you okay?” asked Sophie in a concerned voice. Mark nodded. “I’m fine.
Don’t worry. I’m good,” replied Mark. He ran to the toilet as soon as he finished talking. Ysabelle
followed along because she was worried. All she heard was Mark retching after he entered the toilet.
That’s right… Superstars are still human, and he had too much to drink, so it’s normal for him to puke.
She left quietly. “He vomited,” said Ysabelle when she saw Sophie. “Okay.” Mark can hold his alcohol
pretty well, and even he is vomiting. Tristan probably isn’t that much better off, either. “How are you
doing? Are you okay?” asked Sophie. Tristan responded by leaning on her shoulder. He closed his
eyes, too tired to say another word. That was how Tristan was. He would always become extremely
quiet after he drank too much. “What do we do now, Sophie?” asked Ysabelle. Everyone had indulged
in alcohol, so no one could drive home. “It’ll be fine. You and your Uncle Tristan shouldn’t go home
today. Let’s just head to Wisteria Apartments instead.” It was obvious that Tristan was a little drunk as
well. Hence, there was no saying what would happen if she brought him back to his place in his
inebriated state. She would rather take care of him in person. “Okay, then I’ll call the driver,” replied
Ysabelle before she left to make the call. “Sophie, you and the others don’t need to go home today.
Just stay here at our place tonight,” offered Sunny, who felt much better after resting. They had an
extra room, and he thought it was fine to just let Tristan sleep on the couch. “Nah, I’ll get the driver to
come and get us. You should go check up on Mark.” That was when Sunny finally realized that Mark
had been in the toilet for quite some time. Holy sh*t! Tristan is too good at drinking. I can’t believe we
failed to beat him, even though it was a battle of one against five. “Okay, then take care. I’ll go check up
on Mark now.” “Okay.” The driver showed up at that moment. Sophie helped Tristan out of the house.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen the driver saw them, he got out of the car immediately to open the door for them. “Mr. Tristan,
are you okay?” asked the driver. He had never seen Tristan that drunk before. “I’m fine.” Tristan kept
leaning on Sophie’s shoulder, even after he got into the car. He had indeed had too much to drink that
day, so his head was aching a little. The car drove down the road for quite some time before Sophie
suddenly asked the driver to stop. The driver parked the car at the side of the road. “Is there anything
you need, Ms. Tanner? I can buy it for you,” offered the driver immediately. “There’s no need for that.
Just wait here for a while.” Sophie hopped out of the car and went into the pharmacy on the other side
of the road. She took a box of medicine from the shelves, paid for it, then hurried back into the car.
“What were you doing?” asked Tristan. He was currently in a daze, so he had no idea what she had
gone out to do. “It’s nothing. I just bought some stuff. Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up once we reach
Wisteria Apartments.” “Okay.” Tristan was especially obedient when he was drunk. When they reached
the underground parking lot, the driver got out of the car to help Tristan up, but the latter turned the
offer down. “You can go home now. I’m not drunk.” “Okay, Mr. Tristan.” Tristan claimed he wasn’t drunk,
but as soon as the driver was gone, he leaned on Sophie as though he couldn’t walk properly. Sophie
glared at him. “Didn’t you say that you weren’t drunk?” “I’m not. It’s just a headache,” answered Tristan
in a surprisingly pitiful tone. Sophie was frustrated, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Resigned, she helped him to the elevator. Ysabelle was speechless. He is obviously messing with
Sophie. Gah, never mind. I’ll just pretend I never noticed anything. This evil uncle of mine would kick
me out if I stepped on his toes. He won’t even care that it’s the middle of the night. Ysabelle didn’t say
another word. When they reached their place, she fled into her room, determined to not be a third
wheel. It was not the right thing to do because men, when drunk, could turn into monsters. Hence,
leaving Sophie alone to deal with the matter was borderline cruel. The man in question was her uncle,
though, so it was a different story. She suddenly wished that something more could happen between
Sophie and Tristan.