"To be perfectly honest, I'm a three-drink man. The first is a toast to heaven, earth, and fate. The second is to my parents and friends. The third is usually a toast to the toilet, because after that, I won't know which way is up."
Kian Miller leaned forward slightly, propping his arms on the table. The oppressive aura of the Capital Scene instantly radiated from him. "Is that so? You see, I'm the kind of person who enjoys testing rumors."
"And as it happens, today's the day I want to see exactly what this third 'toast to the toilet' looks like."
He raised his hand, signaling a nearby waiter. "Come, open the Romanee Conti I have on reserve."
This drink was no longer just a drink. It was a minor skirmish on an unseen battlefield, the first official clash between their two circles.
Whoever backed down first would lose stature.
Both sides naturally understood this.
