Chapter 293

Cillian's smile was a rare sight tonight, especially since Yitty's words were less than polite. However, they cut through the fog, giving him a moment of refreshing clarity. Alright then, he would cast aside his worries for tonight and just revel in the now.

Raising his glass like Yitty, they toasted to the night, their glasses chiming before they emptied them in one swift gulp. Glass after glass, the night wore on. Half an hour later, Cillian's endurance waned, and he collapsed onto the table with a thud.

He had been at it since the afternoon. By any measure, he had polished off at least a couple of bottles of whiskey, not to mention the rounds of draft beer. Even a seasoned drinker like Cillian had his limits.

Yitty, seeing him out cold, gave his cheek a playful pat. "Hey, Cillian. Come on, wake up. You're not telling me you're drunk already? You were supposed to be my drinking buddy, and here you are, out like a light before me?"

However, Cillian was beyond reach. Yitty, giving