"Damn, this chair is high."
"Right? The seat of the stool is pretty hard too."
"HAH!! You lot are complaining like little babies. This is luxurious compared to sitting at a chair designed by the Supaii."
Someone snorted. "The Supaii made good liquor though."
"So do the Goxuboon. Just wait, you'll see."
"Damn, look at this list. Savage Sunset? Melon Stomp?"
"So who's grabbing the booze?"
"It's Jacks turn."
"Nah, I paid the night before we left the portal in Dulan Plaza. You were too busy flirting with Kayla to notice."
"Damn. Still, it was worth it. I'd rather spend time with her then you lot."
Whistling rang out from the group. "Got lucky, did you? Nice."
"What was she like?"
"She was wil..."
A blonde man in suit walked up to the group walking up to the table, clearing his throat loudly, cutting off the conversation and drawing eyes to him. Jamie's eyes went off the list, noticing the way the man kept one hand close to his waist, and the slight bulge around the chest. His eyes narrowed slightly, before looking back at the list, searching for the cheapest drink on the list.
"Hello. What would you like to order?"
"Just give us five minutes mate."
"Sure."
As the man walked off, the everyone at the table looked at the list.
"So, what you lot going to get?"
"The Red Freedom looks nice. "
"What's up with all those bubbles in the picture?"
After five minutes of arguing, they eventually settled on the drinks, some opting to buy some food. When everyone had decided on what they wanted to get and placed their orders once the waiters arrived.
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Jamie sat staring at the clear, massive glass mug in his hands, with a fuzzy green liquid, before taking a sip of the drink, grimacing at the taste. He then put the drink down, tapping the glass lightly as the murmur of the conversations reached his ears, shaking his head to try clear the buzz of the alcohol somewhat.
"DAMN! This is some really good stuff."
"Just one sip and you can feel something."
"I feel nothing.....ohhh wait. Damn, that afterburn."
"HAHAHA. Look at you, your face is red."
"Damn. And look at how large these glasses are. The Goxuboon can really drink."
"This place was definitely worth checking out."
Eve sent a mental transmission "is it any good?"
Jamie sent back. "Taste's like crap. It's strong though. I can probably leave ten minutes after the second glass and they wouldn't notice. Guess it explains the waiter."
"What's wrong with the waiter?"
"There was a bulge around his chest, and he kept his hand around the waist. He's carrying concealed weapons. I wouldn't be surprised if the weapon was tipped with a paralysis poison of some kind either. The bar is probably taking precautions given the high affect of the alcohol, and the attack shown of the Sherot."
"Speaking of the Sherot, there are some over to your right."
Jamie looked up from his glass, looking around the room, to see a group of Sherot sitting at one of the tables, three on each side, six in total. There was a seat gap between the Sherot sitting on the same side, to make way for there wings, as they squawked and flapped their wings at each other as they communicated with each other, bowls filled different colored liquids in front of them.
"Huh. Did you want to try some of this drink out Eve?"
"Sure. But can I? Most of the establishments in Hanet don't allow it"
"I'll ask a waiter. If they allow the Sherot to, they should allow you to."
Jamie looked around the room, and seeing a Goxuboon in a suit carrying an empty tray vacant, with long wings almost touching the ground. Jamie tapped into his Astral energy, projecting his thought over to them.
"Excuse me, over to your left."
The waiter looked up to his left without missing a beat, and his eyes trained on Jamie, who was waiving at him. Jamie projected his thought over to the Goxuboon again.
"Can you bring me a bowl similar to the Sherot? My bonded beast want to try some of my beverage out."
The Goxuboon nodded, and made there way over to the bar counter, and walked to Jamie two minutes later, carrying a bowl, handing it to him.
Jamie poured an inch of his beverage into the bowl. As he was about to lift the bowl up, a voice rang in his head.
"What are you doing?"
He looked towards Emily, who was looking directly at him, while the person next to her, a male with black eyes, and his black hair in a textured crop, was taking a large swig of his red beverage from his mug.
For some reason, Jamie wasn't as disorientated from the voice in his head this time. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was that she was wasn't mentally shouting this time. Jamie sent his thought to her a beat later.
"I am letting Eve try some."
"Why?"
"Why not? The pub allows it."
As Emily floundered, unsure on how to respond, Jamie lifted up the bowl and moved it to the right, holding it in empty air besides him. Feeling the bowl lift up, he pulled his hand away, and Eve hovered the bowl down to her.
Jamie turned his eyes to the drink in his hands, sighed, then took a gulp. He put the mug down, resisting the urge to vomit. Eve's voice rang in his mind.
"It tastes nice. I want some more."
"Do you feel anything? Dizziness, or a headache?"
"No. I feel fine."
"Bring your bowl back up."
After Jamie received the bowl, Jamie emptied half his mug into it, before passing it to her. A voice rang in his head.
"Are you going to pass it all to Eve?"
Jamie looked towards Emily, who was looking at him, and sent back "Perhaps. It tastes like garbage, and I don't want to turn into a drunken fool." Jamie's eyes turned to the man with a black buzz cut who sitting next to her, wearing a golden F.P. Journe watch. He was leering at her, and had only one eighth of his red beverage left. Jamie continued. "Rather then me, you might want to keep an eye on the guy next to you, especially once he gets bloated with a few more drinks."
Emily smirked and her voice rang out in his head. "I can take care of him. But you should drink more."
"I'll pass."
"Damn Jamie, you have drunk a lot."
Jamie looked towards John, noticing a couple of people at the table were looking at him. He mentally cursed, and swept his eyes over the group, noticing that most of them only had a quarter of the mug left, or less. He looked towards Johns mug, noticing he had only drunk one quarter. Jamie mentally sent to Eve "How much have you drunk?"
"Almost finished. Can I have some more?"
"Are you feeling anything? Dizziness, or a headache?"
"No."
Jamie smiled at John. "I passed some to Eve, she was interested in trying some."
"Oh. No wonder. "
"Wait, you wasted your drink on a beast!?"
Jamie turned his head to look towards the person next to John, a man with short brown hair, and a couple of scars on his face. Jamie's face became blank as asked in a deadpan voice.
"I did. Do you have a problem with that?"
The man faltered slightly, before John slapped him on the back. "Ease up man. It's his drink, what he does with it is his business."
The man looked around, noticing the gazes of everyone at the table were turned towards him. He looked at Jamie and said stiffly "Sorry."
Jamie smiled. "Apology accepted."
A silence hung among the group until someone called out.
"Hey, look, Brandon is here."
The group looked towards the entrance, to see a man with a large nose, and a green and white hat making his way over to the group.
"Hey Brandon. Your late man."
"Sorry guys, I was watching a video recording of a NASCAR race and lost track of the time."
"Like always. Well, at least your faster then normal."
"It's your turn to grab the drinks. Were almost done."
Brandon looked around at the group, checking the mugs, his eyes lingering for a moment on Emily.
"Fine. What do you guys want?"
As the group started loudly shouting what they wanted, and a gruff voice rang in Jamie's head. "I didn't expect to see you here. Were you dragged along by Emily?"
Jamie's eyes widened slightly, and he looked around the room, his eyes locking onto a table close to the entrance, where Ivan sat with Amelia and a Sherot. Jamie projected his thought to Ivan. "I was."
"So, how is the taste of the beverages?"
"Horrible."
"What do you want?"
Jamie looked at Brandon, and shook his head. "I'm fine thanks."
Brandon looked around at the group. "All the drinks might be a little too much for me to carry" His gaze turned to Emily, lingering slightly on her throat, where a gold necklace hung. "I think I could use a hand."
A couple of snorts rang out. The man with the black buzz cut wearing a golden F.P. Journe watch sitting next to Emily stood up. "Since it's too much for you, I can give you a hand. Let's go Brandon."