Vera was only worried that he would get drunk with the way he was drinking.
"Don't worry!" Kris Cooper raised his big hand, gently caressing her small face, "Today, your husband's happy, don't stop me, okay?"
There were many people at the table, and he was the big boss, so everyone had to toast him.
Vera was only worried that his stomach would be upset by all the drinking, and worried that he wouldn't be happy if she stopped him too much, so she kept putting food on his plate with her chopsticks, and eventually she just fed him directly.
Though Kris Cooper had quite the capacity for alcohol, dealing with a table full of people naturally couldn't keep him from feeling the effects, gradually succumbing to the alcohol.
Tommy Taylor had been by his side for a while and noticed things weren't good, so he took the initiative to stand up.
"Miss Vera, maybe it's time to send the president home?"
