"Good afternoon, stupid apprentice. Ha, haaah... You came to the club so early today?"
"Mm, mm. It's my day off, and I hired a construction crew at home to hammer and patch things up. Clang, bang..."
"..."
On September twenty-sixth, in the member lounge of the Rainy Night Club—a room with hot springs, game consoles, and a cozy fireplace meant for the depths of winter—the glass doors facing outside were concealed behind heavy drapes. Through the uncovered sections, one could see Snow Phoebe Lake outside, and if they wished, they could go out and fish.
In this member lounge, spacious enough for eight or nine witches to rest happily, Jiang Han was together with Histeria.
"My head still hurts a little."
Jiang Han stood up, yawned softly as she walked over to the drink rack, and poured herself a glass of green fungus grass. A soft, elegant smile hung on her face as she pointed at the rack.
"Want something to drink?"
"..."
Histeria crossed her left leg over her right, nodded languidly, and slowly said with a thoughtful expression:
"Huaizhen."
"It's the middle of the afternoon. We can't exactly drink hard liquor, can we?"
"..."
Huaizhen Wine was a low-alcohol Eastern Sea liquor, rich and mellow, with a taste rather like soda. It was a drink most clubs kept in stock: not intoxicating enough to get one very drunk, yet not as bland as green fungus grass. A classic afternoon drink.
—In witch terminology, alcohol one could start drinking in the afternoon.
"If you want it, we can drink it. Though I'm not very good with hard liquor."
I heard I get really clingy when I'm drunk... Jiang Han gently touched her lips, quickly selected a bottle and poured it into a glass. Then, swaying her waist with dignified