"Hmm, this is good," Kevin remarked, taking a sip of the crystal-clear golden liquor. "What's it called?" he inquired, turning towards the man polishing so glasses behind the counter.
"You like it, sir?" the man behind the counter bead with a smile, surprising Kevin.
But Kevin nodded, eagerly awaiting the answer to his question. "I brew it myself. It doesn't have an official na yet, but I like to call it Golden Bourbon," the bartender said with a proud smile. The man appeared to be in his twenties, quite dashing in the usual bartender uniform.
Kevin, upon hearing the na once again, looked at the golden liquor and muttered, "Golden Bourbon." As an avid drinker, Kevin was well-versed in identifying good liquor, and bourbon could be considered the best type. Bourbons are usually sweet, smooth, and have a pleasant aroma, unlike other alcohols. This Golden Bourbon checked all the boxes except for its color, which was bright golden, whereas the best bourbons tend to be darker brown.
Despite the conflict, Kevin wasn't a connoisseur or a stickler for rules when it ca to alcohol. He didn't care much about these things; he just wanted to get drunk. Tasting good was just another bonus for him.
As Kevin took another sip of the Golden Bourbon, he glanced at the bartender and asked, "Will this make drunk easily?" His question was laced with a subtle curiosity, as cultivators typically don't get drunk with normal liquors. Also he hadn't detected any traces of qi in the drink, which would have indicated that it was suitable for cultivators.
The bartender chuckled softly and replied, "Well, sir, I can't promise anything, but this Golden Bourbon has been known to have quite an effect on most folks." He gestured to the bottle with a knowing smile. "Whether you're a cultivator or not, this drink packs quite a punch."
"Really? But I didn't detect any trace of qi in here," Kevin asked, his confusion evident as he once again scrutinized the drink for any signs of qi.
"It does have so qi, but in very small quantities. It's of the poisonous variety, you see. But it's enough to get cultivators at the qi condensation stage drunk after a bottle or two," the bartender explained, causing Kevin to chuckle.
"I didn't know I was drinking sothing laced with poison," Kevin laughed before swiftly emptying the glass in one go. "I should complain to your manager for serving poison to custors," he added jokingly, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
The bartender chuckled at Kevin's remark, his deanor still relaxed and friendly. "Alcohol's the most popular poison around here, so I doubt any complaints would ruffle feathers," he quipped, giving the counter another wipe with the cloth.
Kevin grinned in agreent, enjoying the pleasant buzz from the drink. "Then pour another dose of this popular poison," he replied, pushing the empty glass forward for a refill.
The bartender nodded, pouring another generous serving of the golden bourbon into Kevin's glass. As he slid the refilled glass back to Kevin, he leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. "Just rember, too much of this 'poison' might lead to so interesting adventures,"
"We'll see," Kevin replied with a smirk, his gaze wandering around the room as he took small sips of the gleaming liquor.
Soon, his eyes landed on a stunning woman dressed in a violet high slit dress, engaged in conversation with a visibly intoxicated man, evidenced by the flush on his cheeks and unsteady steps. They, along with a few other friends, were making their way towards the bar, all dressed in festive party attire.
However, all of her friends took seats while the woman in the violet dress approached the bar. Kevin couldn't help but admire her, starting with the way her figure was accentuated by the sleek elegance of her sleeveless dress. Though not overly curvaceous, her shape was certainly appealing. His gaze then trailed down to her slender legs visible through the slit of her dress, briefly fixating on the tantalizing glimpse of thigh.
Once satisfied with his appraisal of her body, Kevin turned his attention to her face. Fortunately, she had moved closer to the bar, leaning forward to place her order. Turning to her face, His eyes were imdiately drawn to her bright, wavy red pupils, resembling two gleaming rubies in the darkness of the room. They were captivatingly beautiful yet held a hint of danger.
Kevin couldn't resist the allure of her enigmatic gaze, deciding to toy with the danger it promised. "You have really beautiful eyes," he remarked, catching both the woman and the bartender off guard as the latter was taking her order. The complint hung in the air for a mont before she responded with a smile, "Thanks, but I have a boyfriend," gesturing towards the intoxicated man she had been conversing with earlier.
As the bartender prepared their drinks, he couldn't help but smile amusingly at their conversation. Kevin glanced briefly at the man before turning his attention back to the woman. Entranced by her luscious red lips, her straight black hair, and her high cheekbones, he remarked confidently, "I don't believe he's your boyfriend," taking a sip of his drink as he held her gaze.
The girl's smile was incredulous at Kevin's words, her eyes filled with amusent as she asked, "And why do you believe that?"
Kevin smiled back, a hint of smugness in his expression, and replied, "Well, if I had you as a girlfriend, I wouldn't need alcohol to get drunk. I could just lose myself in your eyes."
The woman chuckled, her expression one of disbelief, as she asked, "And how many won you have used this line on?"
"Only you," Kevin replied, taking another sip of his drink. The bartender listened in with a smile.
The woman raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Oh, really? Should I be thanking you for that?" she asked with a bit angry smile.
Kevin shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I don't know, you tell . Did you like it?"
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