Loki’s Successor System

Chapter 22: My first drink

Krod had chased Baron, running out of the bar. Simply, Baron kept teleporting over and over again, whereas Krod had to use his legs, which in turn made the chase fruitless either way.

As soon as Krod edged too far away from the bar, like a remote-controlled car losing signal, all the glasses of alcohol came crashing down from the ceiling; glass shattering all about the floor.

A piece of glass pitched off from one of the tables at the bar and flew straight into the eye of a customer, "Ahh, my fucking eye! My fucking eye!" he snarled.

The drunk boozers who had all lost their drinks to what they assumed were ghosts looked around in confusion, trying to make sense of what had happened while in utter dizziness.

A boozer stood swaying left to right and sidling on his feet, "Heywhat happened to my drink!?"

Another one of the boozers took his time and walked up to the counter where they were supposed to purchase their drinks.

With a head rocking from right to left, the old man pointed a finger at the woman behind the counter, "You! Three of the biggest beer jugs you've got!"

"Same here," said a meager, dark green goblin; who was missing an arm. He hopped on one of the barstools given that he was too short to see the woman behind the counter, "And these ones are on the house, right bartender?"

The bartender behind the counter was a blonde elf woman with an eyepatch. She wore the typical clothes a bartender would wear, and just looking at her wide build, the boozers could see her massive breasts under her clothes.

She knotted her brows at the old goblin guy, "Whaddya boys mean on the house? I didn't do that to your drinks!"

A cyclops darted up front and towards the counter, "You better give us our drinks back that we paid for, woman!"

"I think a fight's gonna go down," opined Sylvia with her eyelids drooped; peering at the scene.

Flint looked at her, "You betcha," he turned around, "I'll go do something about it"

Flint had walked up to the counter; eyes landing on his body like flies on a listless corpse.

An arrogant smirk trickled on his face, and he leaned on the countertop, "In a little bit of trouble, Aileen?"

The bartender quickly turned to Flint, "Ohh, Flint. Just the guy I needed to see t'day," she smiled, "Yeah. These bois look like they wanna take advantage of me 'cause I'm a woman."

Flint looked at the cyclops, "That's the last thing you wanna do, one eye. This chick's got more muscle mass than an athlete."

Aileen rolled her eyes, "One minute these geezers are tracking me, and looking at my ass; the next minute they're pulling knives for me."

One of the men yelled, "I want you in ma' bed, woman! But you mess with my drink, you mess with me!"

"Yeaahhhhhh!" shouted another in agreement.

Flint looked at the man, "You guys don't wanna mess with Aileen. Trust me. You see that eyepatch she's got," he smirked, "That's a scar from the army."

"She served in the military?"

"Yeah," replied Flint, "She served in the military. She served as an ammunition woman; using her replica ability to copy bullets for the soldiers on the battlefield."

"After getting hurt really badly, she was forced to retire. To make a little bit of money, she opened this bar, and started using her ability to make drinks for you alcoholics."

Flint started walking with his hands behind his back, "You wouldn't wanna get on her bad side. Hundreds of men who even get touchy with her end up getting beaten so badly they wished they died as a child."

"And if one of you fellars hurt her, you're gonna get on my bad side too," his eyes darkened, "And trust me, you don't want that."

Flint walked back up to the counter, "Aileen, everyone's drinks on me. I'll pay for em'," he turned to the customers, "You hear that boys? All drinks on me. Order whatever you wantdon't spend a dollar from your pockets!"

Everyone punched a hand in the air, and started cheering for Flint.

"Thanks for the drinks man," said a brown skinned human in suit, "What's your name?"

Flint looked at him, "It's Flint."

"Alright everybody, make some noise for this man! Flint's his name! Make some noise or you ain't gettin' anything free!"

With that said, everyone got out of their seats and started cheering for Flint as if they were in a stadium cheering for their favorite team.

"FLINT! FLINT! FLINT! FLINT! FLINT!"

"We want some beers!"

Flint smirked, and looked at Aileen, "You hear the peoplethey want they're drinks"

"Hell no," condemned Aileen, "I'm not gonna let you waste your money like that. No way."

"Come on, Aileen"

She took her head, "Nuh-uhh. Ain't happening."

Flint folded his arms, "Don't make me have to pull out my trump card on ya', Aileen"

Suddenly, Alura started approaching the counter. She tossed her hips from one side to the other as hurried her way up to the Bartender.

The horny Boozers at the bar had started whistling from the time they feasted lustful eyes upon her body.

"Where ya' going with all that cake, Ma'dam," said one of the men approaching her.

She simply eyed him, and he had collapsed to the floor before he could even take another unstable step forward.

She stopped walking when she was in front of Aileen's face.

She looked at Flint, "Leave this to me"

"My trump card's here," uttered Flint, maintaining his smirk.

Alura's facial expression remained dull; with boredom in her listless eyes. When suddenly, a smirk trickled on her face, and her eyes began to glow pink.

She stroked a finger through her hair, "Aileen," she waved, "Heyyyy"

She then beckoned Aileen closer to her, raising a hand. She raised this opened hand, with her palms directed at her. Then, she put all the fingers of this hand down, leaving her index finger up.

Alura raised this said index finger up and down again; keeping her seductive smirk and beckoning Aileen closer to her.

Confused, Aileen leaned over the counter, and brought her head closer to Alura's face. The entire bar became silent.

Alura then seductively brought her face closer to Aileen; their faces a hair's breadth away from each other. And slowly, she put her lips to Aileen's ear, and started whispering into it.

A nuance appeared on Aileen's face, and suddenly she bolted upright like a robot that had been turned on, and with gaped eyes she shouted, "Free drinks for everyone!"

"LET'S GOOOOO!"

"FLINT, FLINT, FLINT, FLINT!"

Alura grinned at Flint who had been shaking his head with folded arms.

"Still works like a charm," he said.

Jin watched as the bartender, with cheerful eyes, placed a huge jug of alcohol on the countertop. What's more, she hovered a hand over its brim.

Then, she swiped her hand as if she were slicing the air; and identical jugs of beer consequently appeared one by one in a straight line on the countertop; following her arm like a contrail.

Everyone boisterously rushed up for their drinks like a stampede of wreckless animals crushing everything in their path.

Jin and Sylvia were the only ones who weren't at the counter rushing to get drinks. Jin shot glimpses at Sylvia over and over again.

She gazed at him, "What do you what?"

He looked at her, "Huh?"

"Don't play stupid," she folded her arms and started tapping a foot on the ground, "You know what I'm talking about. Why are you looking at me? See something you like?"

Jin flung his head away from her, and quickly he began to crimson, "Sorry-sorry-sorry"

She scoffed, "You're a weirdo."

Out of thin air, Baron suddenly appeared in front of Jin's eyes followed by a sinister sound, "Did Baron hear drinks?"

Jin took a step back, "What are you doing here!?"

"Yeah," Flint stopped when he was next to Sylvia, "Baron, where's Krod?"

Baron grinned, "Heh heh. Baron led chasing Krod miles away from barfunny," he giggled, "Won't be coming back anytime soon"

Flint laughed, "Krod's still the way he always was. Who'd chase a guy with a teleportation ability?"

Baron tittered, "Baron doesn't know"

Jin looked at Flint, "Why does Baron speak like that? What's wrong with him?"

Flint put an arm around Baron's neck, "Baron here is like the little baby of our squad."

Jin grimaced, "Why'd you say that?"

"'Cause he's got a mental disorder. An ID called 'Intellectual Disorder'. Pre- and Pose-natural exposure to alcohol when he was under eighteen"

Baron nodded his head, "Baron likes to drink"

Jin looked at him, "Premature drinking caused that?"

"Yeah, it did," responded Flint, letting go of Baron.

Jin peered at Baron again, "Aww," he frowned, "I'm sorry to hear that about you, Baron."

"Baron wants to drink with, Jin."

"Sorry, Baron," Jin laughed, "Jin no drink"

Baron quickly disappeared in an instant, and reappeared with a huge jug of beer in his hand.

"Hey, where'd my beer go!?"

Baron then handed the drink to Jin, "Baron wants you to chug"

Flint cracked up, "Jin, you heard the guy. Chug the thing."

Alura showed up, "Yeah, Jin," she drawled, "We wanna see you chug it"

Jin shifted on his feet, "Guys uhI'm fine. I don't knowI Donny dr"

Sylvia peered at him, "Jin, don't baby out on us again.don't"

Holding the jug of beer, Jin felt incredibly pressured. It was then that the fact that Baron had gone utterly retarded from drinking came back to him on the spot.

He didn't want to drink it by any means.

But now that Sylvia was prodding him as well, he felt like he was obligated to chug the massive jug of beer. Looking at Sylvia now, his reluctance had completely withered away.

'For Sylvia!!!'

Everyone started to prod him upon seeing the subtle change of his countenance.

"Chug it, chug it, chug it, chug it"

They got louder, when Baron started to scream it to the top of his lungs as if he were in a rock concert.

"CHUG IT! CHUG IT! CHUG IT!"

Jin blushed as he quickly placed his lips upon the brim of the beer jug. He slowly raised the jug of beer higher as he constantly swallowed the large quantities of Alcohol.

After drinking all of it, he exhaled loudly, stumbled on his feet, regained his balance again, and raised the empty glass in the air with widened eyes.

Everyone instantly started to clap.

"Baron is impressed"

"Woohoo, Jin," applauded Alura, "For a second there I thought you were about to chicken out on us again!"

Flint smiled at him.

Sylvia then caressingly tapped a hand on his shoulder with a smile on her face, "Took me by surprise there, Jin."

'My first drink, huh"

Upon looking at everyone, Jin could only smile.