I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out.
One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time.
