Fein saw a pull sign etched on the door of the bar. 'Hmm... It was the first time I saw a sign like this in this world. How nostalgic...'
As he pulled the door, his sight was greeted by a crowd composed of different groups of people.
The first group is the dancers. Both female and male workers danced on a stage filled with bright colors. They danced sexily in front of a lively crowd.
Fein even saw a metal pole, which the workers used to display various sexy and flexible poses.
Male workers were shirtless while female adult workers only wear a piece of underwear which slightly revealed a bit of their sensitive parts.
Some workers even deliberately went to specific groups of people to drink liquor with them and entertain them.
The second group is the waiters that walk around to tend to the customers' needs. They deliver the drinks to the customers with a smile on their faces.
The third group is obviously the customer themselves. There are three parts to this group. The first part is the crown that was jumping around and cheering for the dancers. As for the second part, it was those people that came in groups... And the last part was the likes of Fein, who came alone to the bar. The customers were composed of people with different professions but all of them used the bar for fun, to do transactions, or to socialize.
As Fein walked in, his presence didn't attract attention. Just like a drop of water in a wide river. Though some girls and people that Fein passed would give him a glance because of his strangely good appearance.
Fein went directly to where the bartender was located. Pink, blue, and yellow lights were lit which provided the liquor, wine, and rum a beautiful flow. The bottles reflected their light.
As Fein got near and near, he saw five customers sitting in front while drinking and talking. The bartender, on the other hand, was just cleaning glass using a white cloth with a neutral expression.
'A classic bartender's habit.' Fein took a sit, near a brown-hair guy who has a tattoo on his neck.
Fein observed his target, the bartender in front of him, and think of the right approach to start a small conversation.
What's the right way to initiate a conversation? Of course, that is to order a drink first! Then he can 'inadvertently' ask a question.
"Can I have hmmm... Your strongest rum?"
The bartender stopped his hands from cleaning the glass. He looked at Fein silently before asking. "Are you sure? I must give you a warning that our strongest rum our not like those weak rums in the South."
"Huh?" Fein raised his eyebrows. "How did you know that I came from the South??"
"It's the way you speak, dressed, and your skin color. Southerners such as you have a distinct way than the other ours."
"That's it," Fein nodded. "Well, give me your strongest rum. No matter how strong it is, it's just equivalent to milk for me."
"If you said so..." The bartender's mouth twitched. He had already seen a fair share of people after dealing with different sorts of the customer as a bartender. But now, he saw a different breed. An arrogant among arrogant.
He doesn't believe that the new guy can back up his words. As he knew more than anyone else just how strong 'Fire pit rum' was... It was even used for drinking competitions and let veteran drinkers sleep on the ground... The bartender thought that Fein was boastful and ignorant.
If Fein knew the bartender's thoughts, he won't be bothered. After all, is there anything wrong with his confidence? He has an S-rank alcohol resistance, not to mention his S-rank physique and resistance to alcohol as a perfect organism.
"Hey, are you sure you want to drink this bar's Fire pit rum??" Suddenly, the man beside Fein with a nose piercing opened his mouth. He looked at Fein with a worried expression as he saw that Fein wasn't that old. "Do you know how strong that rum is?? It even put Sanchez, an A-rank degu user, known for being a 2x time champion in a drinking competition, to sleep for two days! He only lasted for two minutes and he went down."
'Huh? That strong?' Fein was a bit surprised this time. Although he didn't really put the so-called strongest rum in his mind. He was still surprised that such a strong rum would exist in this world.
Suddenly, the bartender arrived, which made the man beside Fein shut up and started to mind his business after he saw Fein's lack of interest.
The bartender was carrying a bottle of rum and a glass. Then he put it down in front of Fein without emotion.
"You can remove the glass. I'll drink it directly in the bottle." Fein smiled.
He could see that the bartender didn't have a good impression of him. Fein knew that it shouldn't stay like this... After all, he would have to transact with the bartender. That's why to reverse the bartender's opinion. Fein decided to show what he was capable of and how strong he was at drinking.
'I'll let you see what a true veteran is! There's no alcohol, rum, or any drinks in this world is enough to even make e tipsy!' With this thought. Under the disbelieving gaze of the five men in front of the bartender.
Fein unscrewed the bottle of rum, gripped it with his hand, raised it slowly, and chugged it straight down to his throat.
GULP! GULP! GULP!
Just like that, the bartender and the five men watched as Fein emptied the bottle of rum.
"See?" Fein smirked.
The bartender could see that Fein didn't even have redness on his face, as if what he drank was just water.
"What the fuck?"
"Motherfucker!?"
"Holy shit..."
The five guys cursed and stared at Fein as if they were looking at a monster. After all, the rum's flavor wasn't a joke. It could burn the throat of the drinkers.
"Although it's impressive that you managed to chug it in one sitting, let's see if you can keep conscious." The bartender this time didn't have the same indifference on his face as he was really impressed.
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