CLANG! A crashing sound echoed from the stairs.
The two turned towards the sound, only to see Daster, holding half a bottle of liquor, staggering to his feet from the ground.
At this sight, Pietro was momentarily stunned, then his face filled with irritation.
"Oh, Xie Te! Daster, what the hell are you doing now?"
As if he didn't hear that remark, Daster, who had barely managed to stand up straight, saw the figure approaching and raised his liquor bottle as if to offer a drink.
"Hey, dear Pietro, care for a drink? HIC..."
The alcoholic fumes from his belch made Pietro instantly hold his breath.
"Xie Te..."
Seeing Daster's completely drunken state, Pietro gave up trying to talk to him.
He reached out and snatched the half-empty liquor bottle right away.
Daster became frantic as the bottle was taken.
"Fuck! Give it back… give it back to me!"
As Daster actually tried to snatch the bottle back, Pietro stepped back to avoid the wildly flailing hands.
