"Popping potions is out of the question." Xin Fat Man emphatically waved his hands, dismissing Zheng Qing's supposition, "There's no way one would pop potions during Moon Hunting... With the Hunting Committee being so strict, going through a single drug test is like stepping on Anubis' scales, making one panic for no reason, let alone cheating... We just had a few chocolates laced with liquor."
"And we divided a few bottles of the 90s amber light," Zhang Ji Xin, his face flushing red, settled comfortably in his seat, slinging an arm around Zheng Qing and laughing heartily, "You can trust me on this... As the chief hunter, how could I infringe the rules before the competition? I'll tell you, it's absolutely impossible..."
As he spoke, a strong smell of alcohol hit their noses.
Zheng Qing twitched his lips and pushed away the ruddy face.
"Just these?" He asked the two overexcited wizards in a quiet voice.
