No using superpowers to sober up?
A strong constitution didn't count as a superpower, did it?
The two drank over that pile of strange snacks until around three in the morning. It finally ended with Zhou Zhanxie running to the bathroom, hugging the toilet, and roaring like a dragon.
Out of consideration for her nonbinary gender, Shane didn't meddle too much. He used a little mental power to clean up the "battlefield," draped the jacket from the couch over Zhou, then went back to the guest bedroom to sleep.
It wasn't until the sun was high the next morning that Zhou Zhanxie's shrill cry rang through the rooms.
She kicked the guest bedroom door open with a bang, her big, bloodshot eyes blazing with anger.
"You actually left me sleeping beside the toilet all night?!"
Shane yawned and sat up in bed at an unhurried pace.
"With your tolerance for alcohol, which do you think would've been more trouble? Me putting you to bed last night and finding you'd puked all over it this morning, or you having a slightly sore back now and only needing to flush the toilet?"
Zhou Zhanxie's chest heaved. The fury in her eyes, which she'd brought along to hold him accountable, gradually turned to confusion.
That... actually kind of made sense?
She glared for a good while, but ultimately retreated in the face of Shane's composure. After telling him to get ready to head out, she hurried back to wash up. He had to admit, Zhou got ready fast.
Shane had only just made the bed and cleaned himself up when Zhou was already getting dressed and preparing to leave.
About twenty minutes later, they arrived in front of an unremarkable roller shutter.
Watching the enormous cloud of dust kicked up as the shutter