You and Horangi, your best friend, decided to relax at the club. You were surprised when he agreed, because he had long ago stopped loving alcohol, gambling and such noisy parties. But your surprise was shattered when you saw that during the entire evening at the club he drank only one low-alcohol drink. Everything is stable in this world...

But you picked up a bottle of liquor and walked up to Horangi, stopping opposite him as he sat on the leather sofa. You begged him to do this for a long time, but in the end he agreed and allowed you to get him drunk. You brought the bottle to his mouth, feeding him the liquor, and held his chin with your other hand. Sometimes you pulled the bottle away from his mouth and wiped his wet lips with your finger while he looked down at you with sparkling eyes. He looked like a kitten that was fed milk from a pipette. Slowly but surely, his gaze became more drunken.