"Catherine, what are you hesitating about? Mr. Kennedy has already compromised to this extent. Do you want to spoil their fun?"
I asked Russ, "Is it really that simple?"
Russ raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"The loser will have to drink a glass of wine as a punishment. Is that too much?"
"Of course not. Catherine, play quickly. Don't you want to help Zack?"
Daisy urged me incessantly, looking anxious as if she were Zack's girlfriend.
The liquor in front of me was a beverage that at least contained 80% alcohol by volume. It could ignite with just a spark.
Not to mention 10 cups, even half a cup could make someone lose consciousness. People with weaker bodies would have to go to the hospital for stomach bleeding.
When I took the bartending class, Daisy audited the class. She must know how strong the drink was. Now she even urged me to do that without hesitation. She didn't care about my life at all.
I smiled and nodded at Russ.
"Once Mr. Kennedy spoke, he would not take back his words. He definitely won't be joking with us."
Then, under the gloating eyes of everyone, I pushed the drink to Daisy and pretended to be hesitant with a frown.
"Daisy, I just took some cephalosporin for my cold this morning. You and I are close friends who share everything, so you care about Zack too, right?"
Daisy's face turned pale.
"But I don't drink, Catherine. Don't joke around. What if I lose and have to drink a beverage with such a high alcohol content?"
So she knew everything.
But I would not let her go.
With a long face, I said, "Didn't you say you can do anything for Zack? Is it a lie?"
Daisy clenched her fists in vexation, but she didn't move.
I paused for a moment.
"Besides, it's just rolling the dice. You might not lose. Daisy, you have such good luck, and you will surely keep winning."
Seeing that Daisy was still hesitant, I used a strong argument.
"Since we can't drink, let's leave. The loan shark won't really kill Zack. At most, Zack will get one of his hands cut off. Let's call him in and go back later."
"Don't!"
Daisy threw the dice and got a one.
She would inevitably lose. The dice had been tampered with long ago.
After a glass of wine, Daisy's face turned red and her heart beat fast. She couldn't tell the directions anymore. The men in the room had been waiting for that moment for a long time and couldn't hold back anymore.
Seeing Daisy leaning against Russ, I closed the door and went out.