KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
A knock sounded at the private room's door, and a waiter's voice came from outside. "Hello, I've brought the largest bowl you asked for. Do you still need it?"
"Yes!" Mr. Wyatt's voice boomed, completely ignoring the expressions of everyone present.
Hard liquor, in a bowl the size of a washbasin.
The sounds of people being urged to drink drifted from the private room, punctuated by the crisp, pleasant clinking of cups and bowls.
After three rounds of drinks, even the lights in the room seemed to swim.
Although Holly Wyatt felt awkward, she couldn't help but glance at Silas Thornton, who had already downed three large bowls.
An unprecedented silence now filled her ears.
There were no inner thoughts from Silas, not even a faint wolf howl.
This was the quietest moment she had experienced in a long time.
