Unlimited Pleads: Random Bullshittery At Work

A Stressful Way to Relieve Stress

Everyday is a new struggle in a respectful law office. It is beyond all doubts that everyone who set their sight and step inside that fiberglass door demand their desired outcome to come true. A fruitful battle of pleading, so to say. Thus, those who were asked to meet such demands, without a doubt, were stressed out.

They have to win--- no matter the case. They have to thrive--- no matter the counterpart.

Being obliged to do so put those people in a stressful situation. When there is no one to share, bar is where they go. When there is nothing to share, booze is what they are after. A saving grace.

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I'm not a drinker. I've never stooped so low that I relied upon intoxicating alcohol to relieve my stress.

But. Today, it's different. For as long as I can remember, this particular day is not my day.

About 20 years ago, I lost my beloved mother. 10-or-so years ago, my little brother followed after.  And just today, I lost a case against Anwalt. Against that Aleksey bastard. What a perfect combos.

Sigh.

***

A young man with stoic face and well-built body sat alone in the center of a long bar, facing up the solo bartender who was mixing up special drink. The bartender was twice his old, but sure looked livelier. The old man shook his shaker as if he was dancing. While the young man stirred whatever was left in the transparent glass on his hand--- a big chunk of ice block, 2 slices of lemon, and few drops of water. Lost in thought and dead inside. He stared blankly and faking his smile in response to the bartender's daddy jokes.

Both of them stopped when a sensual voice greeted the young man. "Oh? What a rare sight to see you here, Emperor,"  Without any permission, she took a seat next to him and order a can of low level alcohol beverage--- as appetizer. The bartender nodded. Took a note. Then left them to take her order from the pantry.

The one greeted did not show any interest to talk back. He released a long and heavy sigh, then stared distantly to the lined up bottles of alcohol in display.

Noticing the gloomy aura, she recalled the bartender and asked for a stronger booze. The old man with thick white mustache nodded again and gave a bottle of Bourbon as requested.

And again, with teasing smile and without permission, she poured on Emperor's empty glass. "What's with the long face? It's so unlike you. Come, let's have a drink!"

"Isn't it too early to be drunk?"

"No, of course not. And it is against my policy--- I mean, who in their sane mind would drink infused water in a bar?" She giggled, teasing her colleague. "It has to be booze!" Cheyenne exclaimed. She drank the Bourbon straight from its round bottle.

He did not reply and took the shot almost instantly. Feeling flustered, he shook his head and slammed the glass against the bar. Unable to bear and share the mood, Cheyenne came up with one hell of a crazy idea--- a drinking party. 

Utilizing tier-1 group chat, she invited the rest of the pack--- all chiefs and deputies, as well as director's secretary. They reserved a VIP room of that bar and waiting for them as they coming in one by one. Truth is, both Freya and Among did not want to join the party, but they were dragged by Cheyenne by force. Through a private chat, she spread additional information--- thing she did not share to the Emperor, but able to force her colleagues to present. A common knowledge to everyone on Pravnich--- everyone but Shing.