Acwell went home, so angry that he called Ace, who has a liquor license, to buy him something to drink. Ace dropped the two bottles of vodka at his apartment.

"What is the celebration today?" Ace asked.

"Ah, nothing much. I wished you were here to drink with me. It will be more fun," Acwell replied.

"I wish that, too, but I need to go to work. Next time then. Inform me in advance once you decide you want to drink."

"Sure! Thanks a lot, Ace."

Acwell opened one bottle and immediately drank from it. The alcohol had helped calm him down. Otherwise, he would be in a bad mood...