Caesars Palace!
Early the next morning, when Alvin rubbed his aching head and sat up from a battered sofa.
Looking at the wrecked Presidential Suite, Alvin shoved Stark's thick leg off his own, then clutched his head and let out a pained groan...
"FUCK, what happened?"
"Dragon Blood Wine" truly was Hard Liquor from Hell!
The long-awaited bachelor party had been sabotaged, dragging away a group of friends. Even Frank, the prospective Groom, had betrayed the cause, leaving Alvin heartbroken.
If Manhattan Axe said he would get someone drunk, he got them drunk. He was a man of his word...
Seeing Stark sleeping on the other end of the sofa wearing only a pair of shorts, Alvin, who had gotten drunk for the first time, nervously checked his own clothes before letting out a long sigh of relief. He jumped off the sofa and ran to the bathroom, hoping cold water would sober him up.
Pushing open the bathroom door, Alvin walked to the sink and was just about to turn on the tap when he saw through the mirror that Loki was lying in the luxurious bathtub behind him, holding a girl who was wearing nothing but Underwear...
A baby who looked only a few months old slept in a stroller, its little lips pursed as it dozed drunkenly from the fumes.
Smelling the thick stench of "Dragon Blood Wine" from the bathtub, Alvin nearly thought he had stumbled upon a scene where a couple had drunk themselves to death in a lovers' suicide pact—if the two of them hadn't still seemed to be breathing.
Still not completely sober, Alvin picked up a document from the floor beside the bathtub and glanced at it. Then he looked at the man and woman in the tub and muttered, "I definitely