Logan knew Interstellar Bar was Gordon's territory and alerted him immediately.
Gordon was genuinely surprised when answering the call. Even after confirming Moanna and Tracy were safe together, Logan still felt uneasy. Like a bat out of hell, he raced toward Interstellar.
The Riesling glass held the Blue Flame cocktail, its heady fragrance filling the air. The deep azure liquid mirrored the sky, while a bold streak of crimson at its center teased the eyes—it looked like liquid art, too beautiful to drink. Deceptively gentle at first glance, it hid a fiery punch beneath.
First-time drinkers would never guess how potent the Blue Flame could be.
Tracy licked a stray drop of yogurt from her lips, then handed her Blue Flame to Moanna with a grin.
"Cheers."
"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"
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