"I've been blowing bubbles."
"Drifting brilliantly through the sky."
"Drifting so high."
"Up to the clouds."
The pounding song echoed beneath the bar's kaleidoscopic lights as young Tony, his hair hanging to his shoulders, bobbed his head to the music.
Glass after glass, he still would not get drunk. Whether it was vodka or Martini, he turned down neither.
There was no reason to refuse. He had come here to drink himself senseless.
Without anyone knowing, he had already reached Cambridgeshire in the United Kingdom through certain secret channels and was now mingling in a college-town bar.
As for how he had slipped into the United Kingdom without anyone noticing, believe in this world: money could make many things happen.
For some reason, the bar suddenly grew much louder, pulling Tony out of his thoughts and back to reality.
"Why is everyone suddenly so hyped? Did a new batch arrive?"
He set his glass on the bar and nudged The Stranger beside him. The young man was trying to pour an entire keg of beer down his throat.
Fortunately, he could not lift a hundred kilograms, so he merely looked like a drunk humping a beer barrel.
He and Tony did not know each other, but in a college bar like this, everyone was brothers.
With alcohol and drugs involved, who the fuck cared who anyone was?
Tony had money and drugs. He had everything. He felt that he had already become part of this dark world. He was the king of the underground!
"Burp. There was a football match earlier. They're celebrating either victory or defeat."
The drunk young man wrapped an arm around a passing girl and gave her a grope. The girl did not refuse. Instead, she smiled and straddled his lap.
"This again?"
Tony was somewhat