They had only drunk a dozen or so barrels of liquor, but before long, under the effects of fat and alcohol, the Warriors Three had all collapsed onto the floor, mumbling in their sleep. From time to time, they clutched their heads, kicked their legs, and convulsed, as if dreaming of fighting something.
The only people still sober in the hall were Deathstroke, Thor, Sif, and Gin.
Gin and Sif had once been Valkyrie comrades, and she did not want Su Ming to drink her sister under the table.
Besides, on formal occasions involving diplomacy, Asgardian women did not take part in the men's conversations or drinking contests. So the two of them merely sat in the corner, slowly sipping from small cups and quietly discussing their own topics.
There was no white meat on their table, only some delicate vegetarian dishes and fresh tropical fruit.
Loki was not actually drunk either. Hidden by his illusions, he had only taken a few sips of liquor and one bite of fatty meat. With the constitution of a Frost Giant, he would not be knocked over so easily. But he pretended to be drunk, sprawled across the table like a dead dog. His ears remained perked up as he listened to what Thor and Deathstroke were saying.
Thor could barely keep his eyes open. Drool trickled from the corner of his mouth whenever he spoke, and he kept hiccuping. Deathstroke, meanwhile, still wore a calm smile, as though nothing had happened.
"Hic... you're really impressive... hic... blegh..." Thor spoke like a goldfish blowing bubbles. If one did not know he had drunk too much, they might have thought he had swallowed soapy water.
Su Ming calmly opened another barrel, holding it up with a smile. "What, you're done already? Come on, let's