They were followed by Xavier. Xavier's footsteps were steady and he looked very sober.
The three women standing at the door were stunned. Then Demi and Bridget came back to their senses. They held their husbands and asked in unison, "Why are you drinking so much?"
"We're happy." Jacob smiled and looked closer at Bridget. "Bridget... you're back?"
Jacob burped. Bridget wanted to throw him away. She frowned. "Shut up."
"I haven't had enough."
Bridget was speechless.
Edward was much quieter than Jacob. Demi held Edward up. "I'll help him back to the room first."
"Do you need help?" Arya asked.
"No, thank you." Demi took Edward to the elevator.
"Bridget, I want more wine. Drink with me." Jacob put his arm around Bridget and his chin on her shoulder. His eyes were slightly narrowed, making him look unconscious.
"If you drink any more, you'll be a mess." Bridget was quite patient. If Jacob hadn't been drunk at this moment, she wouldn't have been so patient.
Arya walked to Xavier. "You just watched them drink?"
"Then what can I do?" Xavier looked at her sideways.
Should he drink with them?
"Why don't you try to persuade them against drinking? I think they're pickled..."
"That's right," Bridget complained.
Xavier glanced at Bridget, ignored her, and hugged Arya. "Let's take a walk."
He didn't drink, but he smelled the smell of alcohol all day and listened to their true feelings.
Arya did not move, afraid that Bridget would not get Jacob back to the room. "Get Jacob back first."
"No need. If he doesn't come back, I'll just throw him out. He'll wake up when he freezes."
Arya didn't know what to say.
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