92 Shots
Zen came to a very familiar bar and did not know if he should be thankful or sad that he had eight fewer drinks to buy. “Hey, kiddo! You’re back. How did it go? I heard that you were quite the star, among other things.” Vera, the barkeeper, was still as short as ever. Zen forced a smile and nodded. Maybe this was why people drank. The act of pouring their worries down with a cup and forgetting about reality for a moment was the same as how the original third young master indulged in virtual games. Only, it was now drinking in a virtual world. “I’m back for the game clip highlights for the event,” Zen told her. Vera chuckled. “Ninety-two shots now. You might not have that bad of a hangover tomorrow. Are you sure you want to down all of them in one go? There has been no announcement for
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