Opening the cabinet without so much as responding, Charles looked and pulled out a small bottle of rum. He then moved over to another cabinet and opened it, looking for a glass. It took him a moment but he’d found one and no sooner as he did, did he slump on one of the chairs at the table.
Staring at the table as he poured the drink, Charles downed it in one and poured himself another. And then downed that too. At his third, he practically slammed the bottle down and spoke without turning his head, “Why are you so infuriating?”
Staring at the table as he poured the drink, Charles downed it in one and poured himself another. And then downed that too. At his third, he practically slammed the bottle down and spoke without turning his head, “Why are you so infuriating?”