Things had become a little baffling.
On the way to find someone, Deathstroke had originally said they were pressed for time. But now he had suddenly changed his tune, squatting by the roadside and drinking with Constantine instead.
They were not even acquaintances, and their conversation ranged all over the place. One asked about present-day Earth-0, while the other asked about the past Earth-One. It was mostly comparison and investigation, and much of it did not line up at all.
Yet even so, the two drank with great enthusiasm, smiling like relatives reunited after a long separation.
Diana and Cheetah wanted a drink too, and Su Ming told them to help themselves. In any case, he no longer mentioned going to find Luthor.
After drinking for around ten minutes, without even any snacks to go with it, they were still evenly matched. Deathstroke's expression did not change, and Zha Kang's breathing remained steady. It seemed that drinking had even cured his lung cancer.
"Just drinking like this is pretty dull." Su Ming took out another batch of liquor and placed it between them, along with some peanuts. "Do you know finger-guessing? The 'Brothers Together, fortune Through the Four Seasons' kind."
"Of course." Zha Kang grinned crookedly and patted his belly. "I was drinking when you people weren't even born yet. How could there be a drinking game I don't know?"
"Then this is easy. Let's play." Deathstroke extended his fist wrapped in Black and Yellow Armor, then explained the rules. "We're different from other people, and we both like drinking. So whoever loses doesn't get to drink, and also has to say something auspicious to the winner. How about it?"
"No problem." Zha Kang nodded. For two people who were both bottomless pits when it came to alcohol, being forbidden