Soft music began to play, smoke curling through the air.
Eileen suddenly stopped at the doorway, covering her face with one hand, her voice slightly choked.
"No, I can't go in like this. I... I need some time alone, to straighten out my clothes a little..."
Jeez, had this girl's obsessive-compulsive disorder—or rather, lady syndrome—really gotten this bad...? Jiang Han covered her mouth, fell silent for a moment, then said:
"Then... maybe fix your hair a little?"
As though she had been waiting for those words, Eileen instantly pulled out her wand and cast a rare spell, restoring her hairstyle to smooth, long hair draped over her shoulders. Letting out a breath of relief, she entered first, crossing the railing and crystal path.
The moment Jiang Han reached the half-bar, she heard cries of, "Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!"
She rose onto her toes and looked over, spotting a dragon plushie dressed in Lilith pajamas cradling an enormous cup that could probably hold five liters of liquid, glugging down whiskey. Two witches had already collapsed face-down across from her, while the one chugging from a giant cup against her was Dinesha!
The ghost witch's face was already flushed red, and she had even pulled off her soft nightcap and tossed it into her drink!
Glug glug glug glug...
Clang!
Dinesha toppled backward onto the floor, staring up at the sky. Her cold, glamorous appearance wore a husky-like grin before she peacefully closed her eyes, as though she had truly died...
Clang!
Lilith slammed her emptied giant cup onto the table. The enormous plush dragon tail spun like a propeller, thumping against the floor in the rhythm of a flamenco dance.
"Gah-roar!"
Being able to drink a ghost witch under the table was fucking outrageous!
Jiang Han shifted her gaze and, amid