"Drink! Drink! Drink! ”

Don't get me wrong, this is not Shaolin Temple, and this is not a slogan shouted when practicing boxing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as the party was announced, the frenzy of the crowd around Peter immediately doubled. Joe opened a bottle of vodka and poured it into a small bucket filled with ice cubes, and then added apple juice, honey and other ingredients. After shaking the lid tightly for more than a dozen seconds, Joe poured a glass for everyone in the room, including Mary and Peter.

The appearance of this wine is quite good. Reflected by the light of the cup, it looks like a milky white crystal with a slice of lemon stuck on it. Peter sniffed it, and there was a fruity scent.

Before Peter could ask the question of whether it was good for underage drinking, everyone in the room had already drained their glasses and stared at Peter and the glass he still had in his hand. Peter took the wine in his hand, took a sip, and was immediately grinned with spicy teeth.

"Hurry up boy, Joe's ice bucket will be your first step to becoming a man!" Robert snatched the glass of wine and placed it directly in front of Peter's mouth. "Hurry up, open your mouth, three, two... One! ”

Peter could only open his mouth, and then the next moment he felt an icy flame burn from his throat all the way to his stomach, making him cough twice. Robert immediately hit him twice on the back and laughed.

"Damn, this is the wine I invented, its name is Russian Orchard, it's not some ice bucket wine!" Joe protested from the sidelines, but everyone only laughed a little, and it seemed that the name Ice Barrel would continue to be used.

Peter shook his head, the cocktail just now, which was estimated to be about twenty degrees, had already made him a little dizzy. The Force in its mind also began to stir, and it seemed that it did not like this physical state.

But when Mary poured him a glass of champagne and handed it to him, he drank it in one gulp. Beauty is currently drinking, you have to drink it if you can't drink it! Mary was stunned for a moment, then laughed. It took Peter a while to realize that not all wine was swallowed in one sitting. Alcohol was on his head, and his cheeks turned red. The two girls on the side looked at him and laughed, then whispered again, not knowing if they were continuing to talk about him.

Nancy and Lily... Or Lucy and Emily? Peter couldn't remember the names of the girls, but the thought was quickly interrupted. Henry walked up to him and clapped twice.

"A dry mouthful! Real men! I think Joe's ice barrel wine worked. Joe, have another drink! Change the trick this time! ”

After a while, Jo appeared in front of Peter with another glass of wine. This time, the wine in the glass was rosy red.

"Bloody Mary, and then add a little bit of my personal change." He smiled proudly and shoved the wine into Peter's hand. "Try it, I'm pretty confident in my bartending skills." And Sophie, who was on the side, mercilessly began to dismantle his platform. "Your bartending was all taught to you by Nick, and you changed it beyond recognition."

"Artists need to be creative!" Joe retorted, as if remembering something. He searched his pocket, as if looking for something. "Wait a minute, I still have..."

Susan slapped his hand, gave him a disapproving look, and pulled him away. After a while, they were whispering on the other side of the room.

“... Just a kid..."

"But... Playful... Mary also..."

Even with Peter's keen sense, he had only caught a few words. But it didn't seem to have anything to do with him, he thought indifferently.

It seems that after two glasses of wine, his own alcohol consumption has also inexplicably improved. I picked up the wine glass and drank it down, and there were a few cheers around me. To tell the truth, except for that sour feeling, he didn't taste what he changed this time. The same cold and bitter feeling at first, then burning in the chest.

"Hmm... Everyone! ”

By some point, Henry was already standing on the couch with his guitar in his hand. Although he didn't stagger, his pronunciation was already a little blurred, and it seemed that he was also on the top of alcohol.

"Let me... Perform a song that we haven't finished writing yet. Well, because it wasn't finished ... So I can't finish singing, um, because I didn't finish writing. ”

The crowd cheered again, Robert and Joe took the lead and began to applaud, and Henry pretended to be formal and bowed, and everyone laughed.

Henry sat down and began to play his new song. The style is similar to most of the songs he performed today, but the lyrics are not finished. Every time he said a few words, he would hum "jingle bell" to the tune. At this time, everyone would burst into laughter, and the girl Robert was chasing fell to the ground laughing directly and didn't get up for a while.

After a while Peter noticed that something was wrong, and Mary seemed to be missing. But his worries didn't last long, and within a few minutes Mary was back in the room with Cassie.

"Go to the toilet!" Mary said with a grin, unashamed. She sat directly next to Peter, leaning her whole body against him. The warm sensation shook his heart, and he unconsciously stroked her long fiery red hair, then quickly withdrew his hand. Looking at Mary's current state and bloodshot eyes, he was a little lost.

She... It's because I'm drunk.

Peter took another bottle of cold beer from the table that had already been opened, and took a few sips. It's strange to say, but now he is getting more and more energetic the more he drinks. Henry's guitar sound has stopped, and the music has now been replaced by electronic rock. The table that had been in the center of the hall was also removed, leaving a small open space. Most of them were already drunk, and they were writhing around it as if it were a dance floor. At Susan's call, Mary also stood up and joined the dance floor step by step.

It's almost half past ten now. Peter glanced at his watch, and though it was time for him to go home, he didn't know how to say goodbye while the party was in full swing. At this time, he noticed that Mary was walking towards him, while Susan and Cassie were looking at her with curiosity and expectation. She stopped in front of Peter, and didn't look at him.

Before Peter could say anything, Mary sat down in Peter's arms. She took a sip of the wine in her hand, then kissed Peter directly on the lips, sending the liquid into his mouth. Peter's eyes widened and he almost struggled, suppressing the natural reaction of this body at the last moment, and of course, the natural reaction of the other body was powerless.

After more than ten seconds, the two sides finally separated. Peter took a few breaths to recover, and he felt a bitterness on the tip of his tongue, which made him quite uncomfortable.

"Mary, what are you doing?"

"Teach you how to play! It's not fun to sit on the sidelines all the time! Mary pursed her lips and feigned displeasure. She pulled Peter up, and Peter was so dizzy that he almost couldn't stand on his feet.

It's kind of weird.

I don't know what happened just now, but a feeling of dizziness that is far stronger than alcohol wells up in the depths of his brain, making it almost difficult for him to think. But he looked at everything around him, and it was so clear that it was as if the dizziness was just an illusion.

At that moment, the Force in Peter's body began to stir up, and began to surge within his body automatically. The feeling of stabbing in his head and whole body made Peter not hold back for a moment, and snorted in pain.

"What's wrong with you?" Mary brought her face to him, a worried expression. "It doesn't matter, right?"

"Nope." Peter gritted his teeth, but the brief lucidity he had gained was gone the next moment. "I need to go to the bathroom." He pushed Mary away.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Before Mary could finish speaking, Peter had fled, leaving Mary standing where she was. Her expression suddenly changed from nervousness and joy to worry and a little regret.

Although he thought he might collapse and lose consciousness at any moment, nothing new happened to Peter when he found the toilet. As soon as he entered the toilet, he immediately opened the door to one of the private rooms, and he was lying on the toilet.

His body had become quite fragile under the ravages of the raging Force, and even some large movements would cause a wave of soreness. But the main problem is not this, his body temperature has been rising for the past few minutes, and now I am afraid that the heat of his body has exceeded the level of normal fever.

"Water... water..."

In a critical situation, Peter couldn't take care of it so much, he turned on the faucet of the sink and put his head in it to drink bitterly. After a while, his stomach rumbled and his intestines cramped. He hurriedly returned to the private room just now and sat on the toilet.

When he was done, he immediately flushed the toilet twice. For no other reason, the smell of excrement just now is too strong.

At this time, the Force in his body finally calmed down, and his body temperature gradually dropped to normal levels. Peter was amazed to find that the alcohol in his body had disappeared and his mind had completely returned to a state of sobriety. And when he thought about it, he was only now aware of the series of problems that had been in the party before.

What he excreted just now should be more than just alcohol.