'What an amusing young lady,' Arlan could not help but smile as he watched her hollering like a kid throwing a tantrum.
As for her earlier words, Arlan overlooked the slight. He had been the target of countless death threats over the years and knew very well Oriana did not really mean it.
As the server placed a new pitcher on their table, Arlan commented, "Hey, I know I am footing the bill, but you should not drink too fast. I am yet to finish my second mug."
"It's because you drink too slow."
"You drink too fast."
Oriana showed off, finishing another mug with relish, her face not even showing a hint of redness. "Coz the beer here is as stale as water!"
Of course, that was not the truth. Since she could not stab this brat a hundred times, then the next best thing she could do to vent out her grievance was to empty his pockets of a hundred coins!
