Oblivion Bar was still bustling. Today was another normal business day, with countless wizards coming and going, keeping Bobo so busy his feet barely touched the ground.
Honestly, he was starting to miss the help of those three female gorilla waitresses. Of course, he only missed their labor, not their burly bodies.
"Tracy! Go to the basement and bring up some beer kegs!"
The gorilla had rolled up his sleeves and was desperately taking money. He opened his mouth and ordered the young bartender to do manual labor, his back molars exposed to the air in a perfect display of a capitalist's ugly face.
Dressed like a delinquent girl, the young woman forcefully tossed the rag from her shoulder onto the bar. After glaring at her boss, she muttered under her breath as she headed for the basement:
"God, please tell me how long gorillas normally live. Or what are the odds of a wild animal getting into a car accident?"
Super Soldiers had super hearing, so Diana, who was drinking at the bar, heard her. She looked like she wanted to laugh, but held it in.
Both she and Donna were keeping a low profile. Brown hooded cloaks concealed their beautiful figures and Amazon armor, but anyone who saw Zatanna beside them could easily guess who the two of them were.
There was another flaw: their robes did not cover their feet. What respectable wizard wore Greek-style strapped sandals?
Still, drinking quietly in a bar was different from carrying out missions under the name of Justice League Dark. Quite a few clever wizards saw through their identities, but merely continued drinking and chatting.
"Have you never considered hiring more people?"
Donna, curled into a ball as she leaned over the bar, held a large glass of sloshing golden beer