The pouring technique was excellent—not a single bubble of foam.
Ryan Miller looked at the liquid almost overflowing from the glass and asked with a forced smile, “What, afraid of wasting the alcohol?”
George Bennett finished another glass. “Ryan Miller, drink up.”
Ryan Miller glanced at George Bennett, suppressed his impatience, and downed it in one gulp.
George Bennett liked to play the boss, but back then, that group of people just preferred to follow Ryan Miller, so ever since high school, George Bennett would always secretly compete with him.
Ryan Miller was annoyed by him, but nothing ever happened that was worth a real fight. Since things weren’t going well, he simply left and stopped hanging out with that crowd.
After the three of them finished their drinks, William Harris raised an arm and hooked it around Ryan Miller. “Little Ranran, come on, let’s squeeze to the front and dance for a bit!”
William Harris was especially wild—every time, he’d jump onto someone else’s platform to challenge the club’s dancers. Ryan Miller didn’t even think about it. “Go have fun by yourself.”
“William Harris, you go.” On the other side, George Bennett stood up. “Give up your seat, I want to have a few drinks with Ryan Miller.”
William Harris knew George Bennett was up to no good. “He wants to go dance with me, you take your time drinking.”
“Didn’t you hear him say he’s not going?” George Bennett had already squeezed in front of them. “Perfect, I have some serious business to discuss with Ryan Miller, and besides, doesn’t Ryan Miller never dance… Oh, or is it that he’s still not recovered from being drunk the other day and can’t drink?”
With so many people and so much gossip at POP, any little thing could spread like wildfire.
Ryan Miller couldn’t stand the jabs. He waved at William Harris. “You go, give him your seat. George Bennett, you won’t need a designated driver tonight.”
George Bennett asked, “Why not?”
“I’ll have 120 take you home.” Ryan Miller sneered.
George Bennett was clearly here with bad intentions tonight. Hearing this, he let out a cold laugh, sat down, and waved for the server to bring over several more glasses.
After mixing two kinds of foreign liquor, they filled ten glasses.
“Drinking one by one is too boring,” George Bennett said. “Let’s do all ten at once, how about it?”
Seeing this setup, William Harris forgot all about dancing and quickly found a seat to watch the show. Who knew what was up with George Bennett tonight—was he tired of living, or what, that he insisted on provoking Ryan Miller?
Ryan Miller slammed the dice cup onto the table. “Fine.”
“No, wait. Just the two of us is boring. How about this: if I lose, let Lili drink.” Lili was the girl George Bennett brought with him.
George Bennett chuckled and looked behind Ryan Miller. “If you lose, let Boss Clark drink.”
Ryan Miller was stunned for a moment, then said, “We’re the ones drinking—what’s it got to do with anyone else…”
“Fine.” Matthew Clark spoke up before him, cutting in.
“Straightforward.” George Bennett was pleased. He raised his hand, and Lili bounced over to his side.
She hooked her arm around George Bennett, her lips almost touching his face. “You’re so bad… Why do I have to drink!”
“Don’t worry, baby, I won’t let you drink.” George Bennett was satisfied, let out a smug laugh, then suddenly grabbed the dice and tossed them onto the table, scooping them up with the dice cup in one smooth motion.
He shook the dice cup in the air for a long while, showing off every trick he knew, then slammed it down on the table with a flourish, his face full of pride.
George Bennett really hadn’t come tonight just to drink with Ryan Miller.
But he wasn’t here to pick a fight with Ryan Miller either.
Compared to Ryan Miller, he hated The Clark Family’s ice-cold flower even more. Not only had The Clark Family snatched many big business deals from his family, but Matthew Clark had even reported him to the university, forcing him to buy his diploma and earning him a beating from his old man.
He’d been wondering when he’d get his revenge, and now the opportunity had delivered itself.
Ryan Miller frowned, about to refuse, when he heard a low, deep voice behind him: “Play. I’ll drink for you.”
Was this guy crazy? Volunteering to take someone else’s drinks? Didn’t he know how strong this liquor was—especially mixed together?
“Shut up and sit down.” Ryan Miller picked up the dice cup, gave it a casual shake, and slammed it on the table. “Who needs you to drink for me?”
“I’m just worried you’ll get drunk and start throwing money around again.” Matthew Clark said. “You’re my big client—I can’t let anyone steal you away.”
Ryan Miller was speechless. “Wow, you’re really dedicated. I’ll have to give you a banner of honor, huh?”
“Don’t bother,” Matthew Clark replied. “Just give me cash instead.”
“……”
“Ryan Miller, are you ready yet?” The place was noisy, so George Bennett couldn’t hear their conversation. Seeing Ryan Miller not moving, he sneered, “Don’t tell me you’re chickening out?”
Ryan Miller turned around and called out, “Five ones.”
With two people and ten dice, if there were five ones among them, Ryan Miller would win.
George Bennett hadn’t expected him to call such a big number right away. He glanced at his own dice—there wasn’t a single one. Without hesitation, he lifted his cup. “Ryan Miller, turns out you’re terrible at dice? You should’ve said so earlier, we could’ve played something else, like rock-paper-scissors. Otherwise, people will say I’m bullying you… I don’t have a single one.”
With that, he looked at the person behind Ryan Miller, the mockery obvious. “Boss Clark, drink up.”
This show was too exciting—no one at the table left, and even the server pouring drinks nearby was eavesdropping as carefully as possible.