Vodka is no joke. Ethan knocked back one glass and already looked off. After the second, even the way he set down the glass slowed.

Sophia, watching the scene, smirked inwardly and poured a third without hesitation.

Ethan reached out for it, but suddenly froze mid-motion.

"Another one."

Sophia blinked, confused, "What?"

"A toast to Mr. Brown. That was some sharp shooting earlier. You've got my respect." ...