We return back to the Dazed bar, where our friendly priest was still drinking water at the counter. Striker on the other hand was drinking a ton of alcoholic beverages, yet she still feels sober.
"Whoooowee! Still got it!" Striker exclaimed, giving a thumbs up.
"I always wonder why everyone likes to drink those..." Y/N said.
"You see, it helps you relax, making you feel a bit more spirited. Would you like to try it out, Saint?" Ties walked up, sliding him a shot of Gin.
"...Perhaps I shouldn't..." Y/N replied, but a few tried to pressure the priest.
"C'mon, it'll be a good experience!"
"One drink won't hurt you!"
"After all those fights you have, I bet that drink won't even affect you much!"
The demons pressured him, making Y/N slightly uncomfortable.
"...Alright, here goes nothing..." Y/N gave in, taking the shot. He drank it all up, feeling a bit odd.
"How does it feel?" A demon named Chilles popped in.
"...I think I'm okay." Y/N replied, before almost falling down his chair. Luckily, Striker managed to catch him.
"Woah there, this your first time drinkin'?" Striker asked.
"It feels so...weird...why do I see you as a man with a beard? You look like someone who fight zombies for a living..." Y/N spoke, rubbing his eyes.
"Okay...you're back to normal but with five heads..."
"Damn...think this shit affected him too much to the point he isn't himself anymore." A demon named Plush said.
"...Fuck you." Y/N uttered, making the demons gasp.
"Yeah, that isn't him. Striker, mind if you look out for him?" Ties asked.
"Got it!" Striker carried him to a nearby booth, placing him there.
"Ohh...is that a grilled cheese? I wanna eat it." Y/N said, biting on the table.
A man walked in the bar, going to Ties.
"Get me a drink, any kind. I gotta do wear some problems off a bit." The demon spoke.
"Never saw your face. Nevertheless, you have to fight someone for you to have one. It can be anyone inside this room, if they agree, you fight him." Ties replied.
"Really...? Fine, I'll pick..." The demon looked around the room, trying to find someone easy. He saw one demon with a eyepatch, smiling maniacally as he flips his tanto. He looked at a different demon, who was big and tall.
He then laid his eyes on the drunk Y/N, who was currently slowly counting how many fingers he has. That brought the demon into a smart idea.
"I choose him!" The demon pointed at the priest.
"Eh?" Y/N looked up confused.
"He's currently not in stable condition to do so." Ties said.
"You said anyone!" The demon complained.
"I accept!" Y/N sluggishly spoke, making the demon prove his point.
"...Are you sure, Saint?"
"Perhaps!"
"...Very well then." Ties seemed to be hesitant, unsure this'll go well.
The priest and demon went to the middle, ready to fight. The demon had his stance up, while Y/N seemed to be having trouble standing up straight.
The demon immediately tried to throw a quick jab, thinking he'll knock the priest out easily...but he dodged it? Y/N's drunken state seemed to help him move out the way of the strike, but he almost fell down.
Y/N dodged another blow by carelessly looking up to the ceiling, the demon whiffing a roundhouse kick.
"The stars look beautiful..." Y/N was staring at the ceiling with no windows. Little did he know once he looked down, he managed to dodge another hook by the demon.
"Good kitty cat..." Y/N crouched down, petting the dirty shoe of the demon.
"This little..." The demon muttered, while Y/N walked away to have a chat with Striker.
"Did...the fight begin yet?" Y/N asked slowly.
"Nah, he's just warming up before the fight." Striker smugly said, clearly enjoying this side of Y/N. He turned around to face the demon once more.
"High five for effort..." Y/N bitch-slapped the demon, stunning him. The demon was now enraged, ticked off by him.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" The demon roared, charging at him. Unfortunately, he slammed himself onto the wall due to the sheer power of his slap fumbling his brain. He was now unconscious, and Y/N remained victorious by sheer accident.
"...Did I win?" Y/N asked, the whole bar silently staring in shock after what just happened.
"Oh...I need to sleep...good night." Y/N walked up to Striker, and perfectly landing on her lap. He was now asleep peacefully, despite what disrespect he just did to the poor demon.
Striker didn't seem to mind it that much, stroking his hair as he dreams.
"...I'm actually drunk, so can I sleep on your lap also?" A demon named "Rush" drunk a whole bottle, before collapsing on the floor.
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