That's how they returned to Metropolis-D at full speed. Both of them drinking during the ride, but none even flushed.
The poor Markus even got his entire stash wiped out by Josh, who showed no sign of even being tipsy. Wait, was he condemned to live the rest of his life 100% sober thanks to his Gluttony bloodline?!
As this dawned on him, he was stunned while Markus was in shock too. From that day onward, he would not brag about his incredible alcohol tolerance. Both remained deep in thought all the way back.
D-23 had gone through a complete upheaval. Before, there had been a few pitiful-looking signs with Black Squad members patrolling. Now there were troops everywhere! Really every-fucking where! There were about 300 of them.
