It must have been quite a night. Dave was certain of that. The last thing he recalled was the seventeenth gānbēi of the evening, out celebrating his birthday with an increasingly large group of Chinese friends. They had hauled out the Maotai with the toddler face on the bottle.

But that was in Melbourne.

This didn’t appear to be Melbourne.

His head ached.

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