The sight of the four of them walking together seed like a historic first.
At least Sam had never imagined that he, along with the three others, could actually mingle together for drinks or a al.
It was unbelievable.
It might as well have been the eve of the apocalypse.
It wasn’t too pessimistic of Sam to think this way, considering if one day he gained the ability to access an internal attribute panel, he would definitely see that these girls’ ’compatibility’ was absolutely conflicting.
Just being in the sa place made things awkward.
Not to ntion doing sothing together; that would be a catastrophic disaster.
But now, here they were, and it seed... there were no signs of conflict yet. Could this an that Sam’s efforts were sowhat paying off?
Had he moved a step closer to his goal?
It seed overly optimistic, but there was no helping it; people need to find solace in the struggles of life.
Even a tiny breakthrough could provide comfort.
The destination wasn’t far—a place recomnded by Isabella, the Starlight Bar, where they had first co for a club activity and had drinks with Sophie.
Sam felt familiar here and was quite pleased with the place.
It was lively but not deserted, and there were no drunken brawls.
The staff was of good quality, very enthusiastic, and not overly obsequious like in so upscale venues, which could be uncomfortable.
But for a certain high-maintenance girl, it still wasn’t enough.
"This place? What’s with the decor... Have these cushions even been changed?"
From the mont they entered, Angel began to question various ’suspicious’ aspects of the place.
Isabella, unfazed, smiled and said,
"Don’t sweat the details. Angel, you’ve been to many upscale places, but I think it’s necessary for you to experience the world of ordinary people once in a while."
During Isabella’s explanation, Sam had already placed his jacket on the seat for Angel to sit on.
Angel sat down without hesitation.
"Why do I need to understand the lives of ordinary people?" she asked.
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Isabella smiled. "Because it’s only by doing so that we can bridge the gap between us, and you, Angel, can better understand why sotis the actions and thoughts you don’t grasp are necessary."
"What if I’m not interested in these things?" Angel said nonchalantly, subtly moving closer to Sam.
Sam understood her action; in this uncomfortable setting, she instinctively leaned towards him for a sense of security, much like people often stick close to acquaintances in unfamiliar situations.
Thinking about it, this subtle move was quite endearing. She was like a cat, albeit a hard-to-ta one.
As Isabella began to order food and drinks, she continued with a smile, "Sam is an ordinary person, right? Even if not for others, for Sam, I believe you, Angel, would be willing to spend a little ti."
Angel glanced at Sam. "Just looking at this dummy annoys , and you expect to do this for him... Alright, aren’t we here to drink? Why haven’t we started?"
Angel seed eager to get straight to the point, showing a lack of patience.
Sam thought for a mont and said, "Isn’t it a bit early to start drinking now? It’s only the afternoon, and it’s not even dark yet."
"So what else are we supposed to do? You want us to chat first?" Angel looked annoyed, not so much at the suggestion itself, but because neither of the girls seed like easy conversational partners for her.
It seed they had no common topics to discuss.
Sophie shot Angel a cold glance.
"Don’t flatter yourself, we indeed have nothing much to talk about."
"Then let’s drink. Maybe after you’ve had enough, you’ll want to chat with ."
"Heh, we’ll see who can’t keep up first..."
"Snap!"
It was as if the sparks of battle were reigniting.
Whenever these two girls were under the sa roof, it seed like the day of peace would never co.
At this mont, Isabella suddenly clapped her hands, looking excitedly at the two.
"How about this! We can drink, sure, but just drinking is too boring. Let’s play a ga!"
"What ga?" Angel asked.
Sophie also looked over, her tone cool, "If it’s just a ga of luck, I find it utterly pointless."
Clearly, Sophie didn’t trust her own luck, which indeed seed worse than anyone else present, as could be inferred from her life’s trajectory.
Angel, with a sly smile, teased, "Isn’t luck part of one’s strength? Picking and choosing—aren’t you just scared to play?"
Sophie smiled faintly, "That’s still better than so people whose only strength is their luck. Right, being born is the biggest luck of all."
Sam felt a headache coming on.
He picked up a water glass from the table and filled it.
"Have so water. You’ve been arguing all the way here, aren’t you thirsty?"
Under the table, Angel pinched Sam’s thigh. "Really appreciate your thoughtfulness."
Sam’s mouth twitched slightly. "No need to thank ... So, what ga do you actually want to play, Isabella?"
Isabella smiled as she pulled a deck of playing cards from her backpack, just as the waiter brought over the drinks and so snacks to accompany the alcohol.
"It’s simple—this is a ga I’ve recently learned about. Everyone starts with five cards. The dealer goes first, followed by the next player. You can play any number of cards, but rember, you can only play pairs, triples, or quads together.
The next player must play cards that are exactly one rank higher than the previous player’s cards. For example, if I play a 3, you can only play a 4, and the next person a 5. The highest card is an Ace, but if you have a 2, it can beat any card. However, if soone plays a pair, you must also play a pair of twos.
If there are jokers, they can be used as any card. The ga ends when one player has no cards left, making them the winner. The remaining players must drink a shot for each card left in their hand. Simple, right?"
Isabella explained the ga, and Sam quickly grasped the concept as it seed familiar.
Angel and Sophie asked for so details, appearing unfamiliar but also showing a hint of curiosity. Their detailed questions revealed that neither wanted to lose.
After the rules were fully explained, Isabella, sitting next to Sophie, declared, "Alright! I’ll be the dealer for the first round. I’ll deal the cards in this order: , Sophie, Angel, and then Sam. Let’s start!"
The glasses were already filled for everyone.
Sam glanced at the expressions of the two girls as the cards were dealt.
Angel and Sophie seed indifferent, almost nonchalant, but the mont they picked up their cards, the sudden dilation of their pupils betrayed their true interest.
"Alright, it’s my turn! Emmm, three!" Isabella played without any tricks, seemingly accepting that she might not be the star of the evening.
Sophie, who was in luck, played a four.
Angel, however, did not play imdiately.
Sam, holding a five, thought that if Angel couldn’t play, it would be his turn next.
Sophie looked at Angel and smirked slightly. "If you don’t have a card, stop looking. You can’t magic one out."
"Two."
Unexpectedly, Angel slapped a two onto the table.
Everyone paused for a mont.
Sophie couldn’t help but speak up. "Do you even know how to play? Playing a two in the first round?"
Angel just smiled slightly. "What’s the problem? Is it against the rules to play like this?"
Isabella shook her head. "It’s allowed... but you know there are only four twos in a ga, right?"
"Of course, I know. But since none of you can beat it, I’ll take the lead." Indeed, even the jokers could only beco any card up to a two, and a two cannot beat another two.
So, everyone drew a card, and Sam ended up with the most cards in hand.
"A pair of fours."
At the start of the next round, Angel imdiately laid down a pair of fours.
Sam was stunned; he had a pair of fives... What was going on? Had Angel seen his cards?
After Sam played his pair of fives, "A pair of sixes!" Isabella quickly slapped down a pair of sixes.
Only Sophie’s face turned sour. Looking at Isabella, she exclaid, "How co you also have a pair of sixes!"
Isabella chuckled, "There’s nothing I can do if the person before you plays what you have."
Sophie snorted. "It doesn’t matter, this round is almost over anyway..."
"A pair of sevens!"
In the next mont, Sophie looked up in astonishnt, only to see Angel smirking as she laid down a pair of sevens.
Angel had only one card left in her hand! She smiled at Sophie. "Ending, you say? No, it’s just getting started, dummy."
"You... don’t get too smug too soon!" Sophie, though visibly upset, was clearly at a disadvantage in this round.
Even though she managed to draw a two in the last few rounds, her accumulated disadvantage only grew, her hand of cards large enough to fan herself with. After all, in the round she lost, she didn’t play a single card but sohow ended up with four more.
Under Angel’s steady and strategic play, it was no doubt that Sophie ended up with the most cards.
Sam was sowhat worried about Sophie, knowing well her low tolerance for alcohol. Last ti, she switched modes after just a few sips... What if she switches modes this ti, or...
Just then, Angel seed to rember sothing. "Cheating isn’t allowed in drinking, right?" she suddenly remarked.
"What do you an?" Sophie frowned at her.
Angel simply smiled and said, "No particular aning, just... wondering if there’s an unfair tactic like suddenly switching personalities to help drink, making one person’s alcohol tolerance equal to two. I think that would be cheating."
Good grief. Angel even thought of that?
Sophie took a deep breath and looked at Angel with a cold laugh. "Don’t worry, that won’t happen..."
She was about to pick up her glass, but in the next mont, Angel grabbed her wrist.
"What are you doing?" Sophie snapped.
Angel, eyes narrowed, stared at the young woman. "You have eight cards left. Are you planning to drink eight glasses?"
"What else?" Sophie retorted.
Angel shook her head. "I doubt anyone here can drink that much at once, so to keep this ga going and ensure there’s a next round, don’t make lose interest so quickly... Just drink two glasses. One glass for every four cards. How about that?"
Sophie hadn’t expected Angel to make such a proposal.
What was this? Crocodile tears?
She wanted to show her strength at this mont, but looking at the brimming glass in her hand, she looked back at her opponent. "I... have no objections."
Angel released her grip with a smile. "Since I made this suggestion that benefits you, shouldn’t you thank ?"
Sophie gritted her teeth. "You haven’t won just yet!"
Angel casually shrugged. "It’s fine if you don’t want to thank , and it doesn’t matter if you think I won’t win in the end. So, how about you just drink those eight glasses?"
"..."
Sophie slightly lowered her head. Angel, with narrowed eyes, leaned a bit closer to her. "So, thank , Sophie."
Sophie’s hands clenched tightly. But looking at the swaying liquor in her hand, she muttered, "...thank you."
"You’re welco." Angel sat back contentedly, arms crossed, looking extrely proud and smug. Sam felt he had never seen her so pleased with herself before. It was almost as if she was gloating.
Soon after finishing two glasses of liquor, Sophie wiped the traces from her lips and lifted her head. Everyone could clearly see the fiery determination in her eyes. Yes, sothing was indeed burning.
Sam even thought he could sll gunpowder. She wiped the corner of her mouth and then, surprisingly, started to laugh, her cheeks quickly flushing red.
"Co on, next round." It was as if the battle had just turned brutal from that mont...
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