Men's affairs must be solved in a man's way, even though Ada is British, even though Ada is a noble, even though Ada——
Ada is Rock's woman, that's enough.
Since the young man looked down on Rock, the "little policeman", Rock stood up, took off his coat and threw it to Ada, slowly rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, and took a step forward calmly.
"Come on, now I'm not a policeman, I'm just a bar owner. You're not a soldier, you're a bar customer. Let's have a conversation between men -"
In fact, when Rock was slowly arranging his shirt, the young man had already lost. There is a kind of temperament called field control. The young man's momentum was completely suppressed. He opened his mouth a few times and could not say a word. The other soldiers also
A little dazed, but Ada was full of admiration, happily folding Roque's coat carefully and holding it in her arms.
In fact, Rock's figure is really good. Although Rock is wearing a shirt, even through the shirt, you can still see the outline of the muscles on Rock's shoulders and back. From the position of the belt, it can be seen that Rock's body is definitely
Golden ratio, little girls probably don’t understand how good this kind of figure is, but a mature woman like Ada will drool when she sees it.
With a height of 1.80 meters, he stood out among white people at this time. Rock was sitting on a chair and could not tell. After standing up, the young man felt full of oppression. Compared with Rock, the young man was
I am a little pitiful now, just like a young man's hair, which is dry, yellow, and sparse.
Losing hair at a young age makes life unhealthy!
Soldiers are also a group full of hormones. The young man is good at stirring up trouble and can't stop it. There are also fierce men among the soldiers. The young man is mumbling and speechless. A strong man in military uniform stands out from the crowd. "I'm sorry, officer, our little brother is a bit ignorant, but if you want to have a conversation between men, we can try it." That's right. If you have something to say, you can't talk it over, and you have to make a fuss. "Long live the Queen."
", with so much energy, why didn't he go to the battlefield, but was sent to the "City of Cowards"?
"Okay, let's go downstairs together. If you beat me in drinking, I'll buy the show today." Roque doesn't fight. When men communicate in the bar, of course they have to fight over drinks.
The strong man didn't expect that what Rock called "conversation between men" was actually this, and he immediately felt a little bit amused.
The soldiers around were cheering, but the atmosphere was actually a bit solemn. Everyone just came to have fun, not to find trouble. If there is any problem that can't be solved by one drink, then let's have another one.
Back at the bar, Rock set up the ring: "Henry, take out all our drinks, two glasses at a time. I want to have a men's showdown with this gentleman."
The bartender, also named "Henry", was also a little confused. He turned to look at Ada, followed by Ada who was leaning against the bar and nodded lightly, still holding Roque's clothes in her arms.
Just one drink, and you can see the essence of the Oak Bar at this time. In other bars, including the Table Mountain Bar, you can actually drink more than a dozen common wines. The Oak Bar has a wide variety, and the cocktails alone are more than a dozen.
Like, there are depth charges, passionate coast, tequila sunrise, and even Long Island ice tea——
No, in the Oak Bar, the Long Island iced tea used to be called Table Mountain iced tea.
There are more than forty cups lined up in a row, which is still very impressive. Even if each cup is only one ounce, the forty or fifty cups add up to a quart, which translates to more than two kilograms. Even if you drink so much water, you will be stretched.
I have to burp.
The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Rock picked up the first cup, took a deep breath, and raised his head cleanly.
When the wine was first brought out, the soldier opposite had a relaxed expression.
But when he saw more and more wine, the soldier's expression became serious.
When all the wine was put on the table, the soldier was about to collapse. There were more than forty glasses of wine, and they were all mixed. Didn’t they agree to just drink? Why did he start working so hard?!
The surrounding soldiers were watching the excitement and did not take it too seriously. They clapped, stamped their feet and whistled to cheer for the soldiers. Anyway, a dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.
The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. The soldier looked serious as if he was about to go to the execution ground. He also picked up the first cup and drank it down in one gulp.
The taste is good, strong and direct, with a slightly bitter aftertaste, which is the taste of men.
"This drink is called Manhattan, a man's cocktail!" Rock was still in the mood to explain. Originally Rock wanted to say that this "Manhattan drink" was invented by the mother of the so-called greatest British man, but think about it these days.
Not many people know Winston, so it won’t be obvious.
Let's have a drink.
A man’s cocktail!
It was indeed strong enough. After the soldier drank a glass of wine, he felt a fire burning in his stomach. His eyes began to become bloodshot unconsciously, and he looked at Roque with a slightly provocative look.
Who is afraid of who!
Before the soldier put down his cup, Rock picked up the second cup and drank it all in one gulp.
The soldier put down the cup in his hand and drank it in one gulp, not much slower than Rock.
The rhythm was disrupted by Rock——
The two of them drank the first three cups very quickly. Starting from the fourth cup, Da Bing's speed slowed down significantly. After putting down the sixth cup, Da Bing was panting like a bellows. His gaze towards Roque no longer seemed provocative.
A little straight.
This amount of alcohol——
That’s a bit bad.
"It's over, it's over, it can't be done!"
"Can I make a substitution?"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"Andre, can you do it? Don't lose the reputation of our Lancers!"
The emotions of the soldiers are strong and direct, just like a Manhattan. These brainless people don't even think about it. Did the Lancers earn their reputation at the wine table?
"Okay! It will definitely work -" After the soldier finished speaking, he fell to the ground and snored loudly.
This is considered dead.
"I'm coming!"
Some people are still unconvinced.
This one is even worse, only lasting until the fourth cup.
This time no one made any noise. People who often hang out in bars actually have a good drinking capacity. They will be knocked down after three or five drinks. There is something special about this bar.
The young bar owner has something even better. He has had more than a dozen drinks, and his expression remains unchanged. His hand holding the glass doesn’t even shake, and he doesn’t even shake it. It’s really unfathomable.
"Let me try!"
Ada was also interested.
The soldiers who were a little hesitant finally saw the reinforcements, and the cheers could lift the roof of the house. After a burst of crazy applause, the soldiers began to applaud rhythmically, and they were busy cheering. Every applause was accompanied by
With a short and powerful "roar".
The bartender, who was also named Henry, was a little stupid. He raised his hand to stop Ada, but he didn't make a sound.
Rock noticed Henry's actions. After one drink, he calmly picked up the wine in front of Ada.
Damn Henry, the wine given to the soldier was spiked, no wonder the soldier poured it down so fast.
This is home field advantage.
***The author has something to say***
Many brothers advised me not to write sensitive plots, but this is just like the girl on Double Eleven. She really can’t control her hands. Life itself is miserable enough. If you can’t be bold in a fictional world, then what will happen to you?
The head is really a mess, so even if some readers abandon the book because of this, the rewritten things still have to be written——
