He was about to trip when he stepped on one of the glass bottles. Someone was there, just in time to catch him, just in time to prevent him from a bloody head injury.
"Oh my... Zher... you've had too much." sighed the young dark-skinned girl. Her eyes full of sadness and pity as she helped the man to a chair.
"Why..." The elder man cried while asking.
The young girl picked up the bottles that were on the floor and placed them neatly on the table. Making sure the man stopped his drinking.
"Come, you should rest already. It's late." She spoke softly to the man that was still in tears.
She led him to his room, took off his coat and tucked him into his bed before leaving.
"Goodnight Zher." She said, hoping that whatever that the man was sad about will be forgotten in the morning.
After that, she cleaned the tables and washed the bottles.
"Why do you have to drown yourself with such liquids..." She murmured.
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