Chapter 56: Serenia Parties Are Wild
"All ye motherfuckers, bring in whatever ya got, fuckin hell!"
Standing on top of a table, a barrel full of mead in her hands, the lovely,
beautiful girl saying these rocky, fairly contentious words was none other than
my white-haired, purple-eyed lady, and the object of everyone’s terror, the
Witch Queen.
"OOH!! I’ll take you on, girl!"
A giant man walked up to her. His muscles bulged out of his shirt as he flexed.
"Oh oh oh!" The emcee held the mic and started hyping the people up. From inside
the pub and on the entire street around us, this drinking venue on Serenia’s
festival night had turned into a different shape altogether.
"It’s Caravan Man Hans!! He is as big and heavy as an entire caravan! Caravan
Man Hans is challenging the Ruler OF MAAAAN. NAAA!"
"WOOOOOOO!"
The entire crowd cheered.
What the fuck was going on? Even I was confused, to be honest, but not as much.
Weiss grabbed me by the collar, her flushed face in clear sight.
"Butler, cigarette."
I handed her the cigarette from my hand as Caravan Man Hans walked up to her.
What kind of name was Hans, by the way?
Weiss plopped down on her chair, dropped the barrel (yes, seriously, barrel. How
was she waving around a barrel?) from her other hand and got ready.
"Kuheheh! Little missy! Your winning streak ends here."
"Big talk? Ham!"
"H-ham!? It’s Hans. Kuhehehehe!"
People started laughing all around. They met their hands and started the match
of arm wrestling.
Yup. My dearest lady who was whispering in my ear to threaten a damn tree was so
drunk she was arm-wrestling with people named Caravan Man. I didn’t even want to
say the rest of his name. I really disliked people named Hans.
Their match was greeted with lots of noise. On the table, the Gardener Gnome
held their hands as the judge.
"...!" "...!" "....!!"
They began their match! Caravan Man Hans flexed his muscles entirely and tried
to push down Weiss’ hand. Weiss, too, drunk, gulped and matched his strength.
It was a tight situation, and it seemed like she would lose, when suddenly her
aura started to spread out.
"OOOH! What will happen? Will Caravan Man Hans truly win this match!? Is it over
for the young lady’s winning streak—"
—BAM! Hans’ hand slammed down on the table as Weiss let out a cloud of smoke (on
the side, of course, she took care of blowing on his face).
The man fell, and the gnome declared her side the winner. Cheers rang out. Delka
and Treska, at the same time, moved around, collecting money from all the
bettors. Little Delka had donned sunglasses and was chewing on a twig.
"W-wait! I lost? I put everything on Caravan Man H***"
"Eh! Put yer money in, bastard!" "Hey, Delka!" "Sorry. Put yer money in, lad!"
Delka was acting like a crime boss, and Treska, quite the overbearing figure,
was collecting it all. All the while, he would also help the ones who looked
like they needed some fun by asking them to bet on Weiss.
I took a swig of my mead and was about to step aside when Weiss pulled me
closer.
"Alreight!" she yelled, her words slurred. "If this young man manages to beat
me! Next round’s on meeee, damnit!"
The damnit was super short, she was really cute.
"And if she wins, the alcohol’s on me."
Weiss grabbed me and pushed me onto the chair. The gnome went for it, and it
began.
"Nnnnhhh!"
For some reason, she was not putting any force at all.
I looked into her eyes and smiled. Weiss smiled, too, and her hand weakened once
more.
Taking the chance, I lightly pushed her hand all the way down, and it hit the
table.
"WOOOOAH! He has DONEEEEEE it! Mr. BUTTLER has defeated the QUEEEN OF
MAAAANAAA!"
"Who are you calling BUTT-LER, HUH!?"
My scream was drowned out in the cheers of the entire street. Weiss quickly
stood up again and raised the barrel once more.
"Bring out more!"
"WOOHOOO!"
It was a party, a party unlike any other. With a bright smile, I also stood up
and dived headfirst. Caravan Man Ha*s stood up and immediately lifted me high.
"YEAAH!"
So did the other 30 or so people that had lost to her. "Get him drunk. Chug!
Chug! Chug!"
They poured a large mug down my mouth, and I drank and drank.
Fireworks went off all around. There was music and rhythm. Some people played
the lutes, others played the guitar and drums, and people were singing old hits
and new pops while we all enjoyed and swayed to the music.
What a wonderful night it was slowly becoming.
We danced and moved from one bar to another. The entire city going along in
circles. First, some aunty took Weiss and me to her home and gave us a lot of
chicken and rice, then we all went out and danced on the street near the
fountain to makeshift live music.
There was a random guy selling some good hard M, which I took quite responsibly
and offered to Weiss, too.
Every other hour we would smoke a joint. Sometimes, at some places, we ended up
running into Delka and Treska again.
"WOOO! What the hell, where were you kids?"
"PARTY!!!"
We did worry about Delka, but he was just eating and enjoying and hanging out
with everyone. The golem was most responsible, keeping tabs on everyone’s
location and our bags.
When we checked into a hotel, I didn’t realize. When we got more shitfaced, I
didn’t realize, either.
Weiss had her hand hooked around my neck, and I had my hand hooked on her neck.
In both our hands were good, heavy mugs of beer, and we were fucking happy.
The first night of enjoying the city went epic and wild. My memory cut off not
long after.
It was almost morning by the time I woke up. In a bed, in some hotel, groggily,
I got to my feet and went to the window. I pulled the curtain back and peered
outside. On the streets, everywhere, people were drunk and dropped.
Par-Tay.
