Already.

The four people were spread out on both sides of the sofa. They were in a very embarrassed state and their mouths were not very clean.

"You...can't do it!" Steve was the first to speak. He stretched out his arm in confusion, pointed at Stark and said, "Your father...can't do it either!"

"You fart!" Stark retched and said, "You... are all farting! Only... Stark... won today!"

"I... can still... drink..." Bucky's tongue was so big that he couldn't speak complete words. His robotic arm was raised without his control and grabbed the wine bottle next to him.

"Drinking doesn't count!" Schiller immediately stood up and knocked the bottle out of Bucky's hand. At this time, neither of them noticed that it was an empty bottle.

"This is the first time I've been drunk!" Steve also said with a big tongue: "How many tons did we drink? Is it 100 tons? I drank at least... well... at least

I drank 60 tons and went to the toilet more than 130 times. I counted clearly..."

"You fart!" Stark immediately retorted. He bit his tongue, let out a cry of pain, and then said: "You have been to the toilet 20 times more than me... so... you should be...

More than 140 trips to the toilet..."

"You are all scum!" Schiller said: "I was the only one who didn't go to the toilet even once... so... I won today..."

"That... that's true..." Steve leaned on the other side of the sofa and began to vomit. After he finished vomiting, he wiped his mouth and said, "I admire you most for this... but... you are nothing.

You’re so proud, you’ve turned into a ball of fog from drinking!”

Schiller is indeed in a state of gray fog now, because the gray fog has started to drink like crazy.

Stark suddenly started to giggle, then pointed at the three of them with trembling fingers and said: "...Look at you! You have no image at all! Look at me...look at me!"

"Hiccup!" Steve burped again and said, "You are... a rich man! We... we are all common people..."

"I am also...a layman..." Stark shook his upper body, picked up another bottle of wine, put it on the table, knocked it, and then lifted it up.

At this time, the moonlight outside the window was very bright, just like every clear night.

In the light-filled room, several hands were raised high, and the wine glasses clinked together. The moon in the sky also felt lonely because of this liveliness and vulgarity.

So, she flew over from the distant horizon, went to the window, and listened carefully, but she didn't hear their lofty ideals or unrealistic dreams.

All she heard was the four drunkards shouting loudly, even if they were unclear:

"Respect...the common people!"

"Respect the laity!"

Therefore, the moonlight did not want to leave, and gently lowered its head, mediocre, just in line with every tired layman.
Chapter completed!