Veronica's POV
Denton refused to give in. He knocked back drink after drink, glass after glass.
Denton appeared to be genuinely enjoying himself - this seemed like the kind of moment he rarely experienced.
Both men continued drinking, neither ready to surrender.
But after polishing off several bottles, Denton couldn't hold his composure anymore. His vision became hazy, his head throbbed, and his body grew heavier with each passing moment.
He shook his head, fighting to remain conscious.
"I can't... can't drink anymore... I'm finished..."
Leonardo slammed his palm against the table.
"Say it. You lost. You can't match me."
Denton released a shaky breath, barely managing to form his words.
"I lost... Can't compete..."
The instant he spoke those words, he crashed onto the table, completely unconscious.
"Denton!"
I called his name several times, but got no response.
"He's really wasted."
Leonardo, equally hammered, grabbed for my hand, clutching it firmly.
