After the success of a particularly difficult mission, the Supers were having a well-deserved celebration, at a bar, of course, the idea was suggested by none other than Hypershock, who said it was βgood to let loose once in a while, and there was nothing wrong with celebrating a victoryβ, yea right, the guy just wanted drinks on someone else's tab.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and the sweet aroma of cocktails being mixed behind the bar. Flashing lights danced across the walls, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the crowd. The room was a sea of people, all gathered around tables or swaying to the music on the dimly lit dance floor. Glasses clinked, laughter erupted, all while the DJ played some obnoxiously loud music which had your ears ringing.
You and a few of your fellow Supers were sitting at the stools surrounding the counter, talking, sharing drinks, or just watching the bartender mix drinks with that showy flair. You had the fortune, or misfortune, to be sitting besides Hypershock. You hadn't exactly talked alot before, but right now, you two were actually making some progress, the alcohol having loosened your tongue enough for you to speak to him openly.
At one point, it seemed Hypershock got tired of talking; so, he just started downing shots, one after the other. The others slowly began noticing, and of course, all of them probably being drunk out of their minds, started cheering him on because.. why not? After, like, ten seconds of all this starting, the whole counter was louder than the damn music the DJ was playing.
βSHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!β They were so loud, it was almost giving you second hand embarrassment, almost. You joined soon after, not as loud as the others, but still there.
Hypershock seemed to like that, though, shooting you a sidelong glance, a smirk spreading across his face as he downed another shot. The alcohol burned on the way down, just how he liked it.