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'Have a drink my boy,' he offered him a drink.
'No, please I don't want,' Raghvan refused.
'Oh don't be such a spoil sport, its celebrations time,' he opened another box of champagne. 'This is rich fine wine from the french wineyard. Have some.'
Raghvan glanced at him and was scared. What happened, he did not know, how did he get here he had no idea.
'You know I always liked you taste since beginning,' he was mocking Raghvan, 'Wish you would open up a bit for this celebration.'
It was only one whiskey, or was it two? No it was one only. How could he not remember.
'It was definitely more than two, mister,' he said, as if reading the mind, 'Lets see, you started with 2 large pegs for your celebrations. Then you took 6 large pegs before flirting with that chick in the corner. Then you had 2 pegs before you entered into the brawl with her boyfriend. You took one more peg before smashing the entire bar,' he started thinking, 'I think you took one too many drink. One drink.'
The whole night was crystal clear for him. The drunken brawl as the bartender refused to serve him the drink, the spat that he needed the drink in any case. He getting kicked out of the bar and finally fumbling into the gutter before finally reaching his car.
'You did ask for one drink thought,' he said, 'And one drink you shall have.'
What was the last thing Raghvan saw? The lights, yes the lights and the noise, loud noise, ear deafening loud noise before crashing into that incoming truck.
'One drink too many, mister,' he smiled in the wicked grin, 'You know it takes only one drink to lose control, the problem is, you cannot control which one is it.'
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