Due to my strict warnings, the three men only drank a little. But when I went upstairs to rest, I heard the sound of several bottle caps being popped open one after another.
When I came downstairs in the morning, there was no appetizing scent of breakfast, only a pungent smell of alcohol.
Walking into the living room, I found three dead-drunk men sprawled haphazardly amidst a floor littered with empty bottles.
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