Beyond the Divorce
Benedict had already been frightened, retreating without the arrogance he displayed toward me earlier.
Seeing Atlas asking if he wanted to drink, he retreated further, nervously mumbling and not knowing what to say.
Atlas said indifferently, "Cheers to Benedict.”
The attendant quickly opened another bottle of vodka. Benedict stammered, "I-I'll drink myself.”
After saying that, he took the bottle and poured its contents down his throat. He was spilling it everywhere, but we wouldn’t know if it was because he was nervous or doing it deliberately.
Atlas sneered, "How wasteful. Continue. Drink as much as you spilled.”