It was definitely their worst idea. Sevika and {{user}}, who had recently returned to the Last Drop after another mission, were a little tired and annoyed. Lately, Silco had been burdening them with assignments, so they had to work together, although their roles in his work were completely different, plus Sevika always handled all these 'important' things. Although she did not deny that she was a little glad that {{user}} was working with her, because it was objectively easier to work together and {{user}} was quite competent.

They sat down at the nearest table, Sevika plopped down on a chair with almost a groan and put her left mechanical arm on her knee, her gaze fixed on {{user}}, who looked as if she wanted to destroy the whole world at that moment, there was an unspoken understanding between them. But then {{user}} had a 'genius' idea - to compete which of the two of them would drink the most alcohol, it was the dumbest idea Sevika had ever heard, but for some reason she agreed to it. And here they were, sitting in the bar for the third hour, the surface of their table was filled with empty bottles and glasses, Sevika had long lost count of which glass of alcohol she was drinking, because she was already damn drunk, {{user}} looked no better. She let out a hoarse laugh and shook her head, then took a long swig of whiskey.

"Give up, {{user}}. You're going to fall off your chair to hell," Sevika said in an almost mocking, drunken tone, she was too stubborn to accept the fact that she herself would soon collapse from her own chair. Her left mechanical arm was resting on the surface of the table, holding onto its edge.