Outside the streets, there were a few activities that were only for adults at this time around.
At a specific bar, Jemer was taking shots with light expression as if he was free from the guilt.
'Finally, I'm free from Avion. I wouldn't mind us being friends, however, I would rather not take the risk of being associated with him. He's too mysterious and seemed too dangerous to be with.'
"Hey, mister, pour me one more!"
The bartender strangely looked at him, "Sir, your cup is still full. Also, that's your first cup. Are you sure you should be drinking out here if you're going to be drunk with a few sips?"
Jemer looked at his large cup, "I... I see... just got in the mood. This is my first time celebrating something. I'm not someone who abuses alcohol even if it's fun."
"You... you must have got a tough life." the bartender commented before a giant voice interrupted them.
