Chapter 851 – The Night of Poker and Booze 5 – Men stumbling around

Chapter 851 – The Night of Poker and Booze 5 – Men stumbling around

“Why are we going outside?” John wanted to know, following Maximillian just as the other two men were. “The teleporter is upstairs.”

“We’re walking there,” the royal decreed.

“We can’t walk there, we’re on an island, you goddamn moron,” John responded and pulled a beer out of his inventory. He had wondered why Maximillian had insisted on filling up his pocket space with all of that alcohol. Now he knew. With no bottle opener at hand, John just put his thumb at the edge of the cap and flicked it off. The grating of the metal over his nail was far from pleasant, but with superhuman power, none of that really mattered. The cap bounced off the ceiling and landed somewhere in the hallway. John had forgotten about it by the time the sound stopped ringing. “We’ll just hit the coast.”

“It’ll work out,” Maximillian responded with total certainty.

“What if it doesn’t though?” John asked.

The answer came immediately, “Then we’ll move up and go back to your teleporter and lengthen our drunken stroll. Giving you and Ted a little bit more time to sober up to the point where you can appreciate twirling women’s bodies.”

“...Point taken,” John said and took another sip of his beer. With the water in his system, he was already feeling much better. Although he didn’t plan to stop drinking while they were walking, his intake had to decrease. Mixing drinks was impossible without stopping and a pain even if they did and beer lasted a tad longer when it had to be swallowed between steps. “Hey, hey, Ted, he called us drunk, what do you think of that?”

“Guilty as charged,” the general responded and made a demanding gesture in John’s direction. The president of Fusion withdrew and opened another beer. Then they moved outside. A soft breeze greeted them when they stepped onto the lawn.

“Why is there wind?” Magnus wanted to know, immediately spotting the oddity of this.

“Roaming air elementals,” John explained, looking around and finally spotting a few green dots that flew westwards. “It’s a nice change from all the heat. Weather Tower can’t make winds yet. Could make it rain though.”

“We’re not in danger of some roaming fire elementals torching us, right?” Maximillian asked.

“Better not,” Ted grumbled, “with my current alcohol levels, I’d burn too well.”

“They respect Salamander too much to cause problems,” John stated. “’Cause she got the biggest tits.”

“When I saw her new form, I wondered if you had finally seen the light of tit supremacy,” the big-boob-fanatic Maximillian hummed.

“You’re German, you’re not allowed to talk about supremacy of any kind.”

“I’ll do what I want.”

“...I expected you to respond ‘I’m an Austrian!’”

“Which makes me a German,” Maximillian said, with a raised eyebrow. “I’m not a separatist. I’d much prefer it if Germany was unified under Austria than under Prussia, but the unified bit is what’s important to me.” The gravity king took a sip from the bottle of water he had taken along with him. “Of course, I’m an Austrian before I’m a German and a German before I’m an Imperial.”

“...That’s an odd way to say European,” John said. “Or is that what people of the Greater Empire call themselves?”

“Latter,” Maximillian gave a short answer while they went down the stairs of the south-eastern tip of the star fort and then across the bridge spanning the moat. “Don’t you have ferries or something?”

“At this hour? No,” John responded. “People want to sleep, you know?”

“I think you can hire ferrymen without problems. It’s not the most skilled of labours,” Maximillian pointed out.

“Not my issue. The ferries are operated by private companies; if one of them decides that it’s financially viable to work through the night, they can do it no problem.”

“Ah, I thought you had a monopoly on transportation.”

“No, just a number of agreements regarding what they are obligated to do.”

“Is one of those obligations to ship your drunk body from one shore to the other?”

“What if they quit before we do?” Magnus asked.

“Then I will find Eliza in my bed and fuck her submissive cunt,” John said it in an incredibly blunt fashion. “I’m really craving myself some Eliza right about now.” Glancing at the bar. “I’m also craving myself a Sex on the Beach. Guess I will call a white choker girl that mans the bar. What about you two?”

“If you do that, I won’t call anybody,” Magnus said.

“Same,” Ted agreed.

“In Romulus’ name, you people are boring tonight,” Maximillian complained. “Do I need to get you completely drunk to have you do interesting things?”

“I think being monogamous makes me interesting, in these circles,” Magnus joked.

“Touché. I guess Ted isn’t allowed to fuck another women without his mistress around?”

“I can, I just don’t want to,” the general responded in such a tranquil tone that it didn’t leave an opening to mock the statement.

“I’m really disappointed that you leave me alone with my perversion in this, John.” Just as he said that, Aletra came strolling down the staircase that connected this level, where the bar and the stripping pole was, to the level with the bathrooms and the beds.

“Hope that won’t stop you, Max,” the dark-skinned stripper with the body of a dancer purred as she took each step with sensual precision. She was already naked, wearing nothing but a pair of black high heels and her choker. With her small breasts and otherwise balanced body, the young woman wasn’t Maximillian’s usual choice of partner. Her pure sluttiness must have won him over, especially since their relationship was purely based on his trips to this establishment. “I got ready for you the moment I heard you were in.”

“What a good girl.” Maximillian smiled. “No, it won’t stop me at all. Disappointed my fellow men would be so limp tonight, but what can I do?”

“Bit weird you so badly want all of us to have sex in the same room,” John confessed his feelings on the matter.

“Hey, I just thought you might want to take advantage of the fine offers of this place, but if you don’t – you don’t,” the gravity king declared, his eyes glued on the approaching Aletra. Soon their lips met and Maximillian was mostly lost for conversations.

“Well, since he is having fun over there, we should decide what stripper we want for the central pole,” John suggested.

The Little Whirl was as interesting as it had always been.

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The evening fizzled out eventually. Maximillian got preoccupied with Aletra. Ted, Magnus and John threw some conversations around while they indulged in the view and the service. While John did manage to stay strong in terms of not fucking any of the strippers, he had a shot out of the strippers cleavage on more than one occassion. After about two hours, the general passed out in his chair and the king retreated upstairs to take things from teasing and blowjobs to proper fucking.

Shortly thereafter, John and Magnus decided to finally call it a night. Exchanging a few messages with their respective partners, they found out that much of John’s harem and Nina were still in Rave’s club. They walked over and were let in by the bouncer without issue. There wasn’t even a line anymore; Rave had closed her building to be a purely private endeavour hours ago. The bouncer was just there to inform people of that and because he was contractually obligated to remain until six in the morning.

Although they knew the girls were somewhere in the building, they had no idea where. John’s first instinct was to check the bar on the base floor, which was partly the right choice. He found Nina, Gnome and Siena there, having a relatively private chat about some things that John could only guess was emotionally loaded. Since they stopped talking the moment John and Magnus walked in, he only had the vulnerable expression on Siena’s face to make that guess.

“And there’sh my shaviour!” she slurred, tried to get off her bar stool, fell over and passed out.

“...I guess I will ask what that was about in the morning?” John asked, while checking on the moonshade elemental. Simply mumbling in her sleep, the shadow spirit had not harmed herself in any way.

“Yes,” the autumn elemental responded, sounding both drunk and tired. “Give’er here, I’ll take her to bed with me... to sleep...” That last part had just a tinge of panicked addition in it. Gnome was truly too tired to properly emote. John picked Siena up and handed her curvy body over to Gnome, who then went towards the room behind the bar and the stairs located there. In the meantime, Nina had a short talk with Magnus. The two of them also went upstairs, but only to get to the teleporter. They would spend the night in the tower John had built for Magnus in the Guild Hall.

“Everyone else is downstairs in one of the side rooms,” Nina told John before she left. He thankfully nodded and they said their goodbyes.

Now alone, John headed underground. Down there was the wet dream of every rave enthusiast. A dance floor with colour-changing floor tiles, a complete cascade of flashing lights, massive speakers everywhere, several layers to dance in a body grinding crowd or with a nice amount of space and side rooms that could be dedicated to more specialized tastes. All of it set in a noise isolated underground network that no police would ever come and bother and under a government that allowed most drugs, no questions asked. One of them, alcohol, was readily available on a second bar that was more optimized for beverages to go than the traditional inn design one upstairs.

There were traces of recent usage all over the place. Empty bottles were scattered all about the place, spilled drinks made parts of the floor sticky and discarded clothes were left here and there. Regardless of that, the main floor was empty, the non-essential lights out and the music reduced to a background beat. John strained his ears and listened for any voices. Pretty quickly, he picked up laughter. A particularly manic laughter, belonging to a person John really wanted to see right now.



He headed in that direction.