Since the Fictional Church was a tavern, it remained open for business even late into the night.
However, what worried Malt was... that several large barrels of her beer had already been gulped down.
"Hahaha, I've cleared the level! Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, B, A!"
Tan Ya hugged a barrel of beer and guzzled it down. She had been playing for several hours straight and had completed all the levels in Contra, and now she was playing Battle City.
She was having a blast, and the more she drank, the more energized she became, and the more she wanted to drink!
"Come on, Malt, let's keep on co-oping!"
"Cousin, I'm the Pope, for goodness' sake. Since when does a Pope stay up all night playing video games!"
"Why not!" Tan Ya's lovely eyebrows suddenly twitched, "When I arrived, I heard that the bishop from the Church of Suffering led the way in staying up all night gaming. They even joined your gaming event, didn't they!"
