What followed was a loud battle against the dishes of the table. The food was butchered with utmost savagery, and the sounds only stopped after dozens of minutes passed with a loud burp, which closed the dance. Wind had regained his colors, and the young official could be seen picking bits of cooked flesh from between his teeth while sighing as if he had fought a battle that edged between life and death.
"F..k!" he cursed while patting the bulge in his stomach. He swiped the layer of grease that had accumulated near his oiled lips and grabbed a cup filled with beer; before sending it to tumble down his throat.
"Bro, you should open a restaurant. For real, you've got yourself quite a decent path in case you are in need of money!" Wind exclaimed as his bullshit was revived with his now-healthy constitution.
