“With no disrespect, how many of those have you had?"
Ferryn glanced at his bottle, surprised to see it was already half empty. "This is my first. I'm fine trust me."
Markus eyes him, his face displaying no humor. "They all day that. And you were shot in the liver."
Reluctantly, Ferryn corked it and put it back in his drawer. Markus was right; he needed to give his favorite organ a break.”