C91 Liquid Courage

Airid broke the silence with a snort.

"Still though, can you imagine little kids running around the Invicta? Drac here Instead of the kind dotting uncle next door would be the drill sergeant uncle from hell full of tough love, you're four years old now, time to start PT!"

The table erupted in laughter, each of us picturing the absurd scenario.

...

Yin, Yang, Catherine, and Morgana were huddled around their own small table in the corner of the bar, each of them nursing strong drinks that had long since dulled their senses.

The bar was still in full swing, bodies grinding against each other to the pulsing music, but the four of them were too drunk to care about the chaos.

Morgana slammed her glass down onto the table, her face flushed from alcohol, eyes blazing with irritation.

"You know what really pisses me off?"

She slurred, her voice rising above the noise.

The others looked at her expectantly, already knowing a rant was coming.

"That asshole alpha of ours actually woke me up with a f*cking adrenaline shot,"

She fumed, her hands gesturing wildly as she recalled the memory.

"I was dead asleep, peaceful as hell, on my way to the afterlife after slicing open my wrist, and the next thing I know BAM! I get pulled back to reality by an adrenaline shot to my neck."

Yin and Yang exchanged a glance, holding back a laugh.

It wasn't funny, but in their drunken state, everything seemed a bit absurd.

"Not to mention,"

Morgana continued, her voice dropping into a low, almost conspiratorial tone.

"He definitely ogled me. I caught him checking me out while he gave me that piece of crap blue, red pill motivational speech, he's got that whole 'cold and detached' thing going on, but don't think I didn't see those crimson eyes of his with yellow wanabe s*th pupils wander."

Catherine, sitting across from Morgana, downed the rest of her drink and slammed the empty glass onto the table, joining in on the complaining.

"Tell me about it,"

She muttered, rubbing her thigh with a gunshot and surgical scar as if the memory still burned.

"That bastard shot me in the leg. Just... shot me. Out of nowhere! He says it was for training, but I think he enjoyed it a little too much, I bet a hundred creds that he's a f*cking sadist!"

Yin and Yang nodded sympathetically, their own grievances bubbling to the surface.

"He's been giving us hell, too,"

Yin chimed in, her words slurring slightly from the alcohol.

"Ever since training started, it's like he's had it out for us. Every little thing we do, he's right there, barking orders, making us drop for push-ups. I swear, I caught him smirking when we were struggling."

Yang leaned back in her chair, laughing bitterly.

"He definitely doesn't like us. Probably thinks we're too weak or something. But I'll show him. One day, we'll make him regret it."

The four of them sat in silence for a moment, the alcohol swirling in their veins, fueling their irritation.

Their eyes slowly shifted across the room, landing on Dracula, who was still seated at the large table with his battle brothers.

But unlike the rest of them, who had slipped away to disappear into the wild night with female recruits hanging off their arms, Dracula was still there.

He sat alone now, casually nursing a drink while smoking his cigar, the ever-present cloud of smoke curling lazily around him.

He looked completely unbothered by the chaos surrounding him, his crimson eyes with yellow wana be s*th pupils half-lidded as he watched the recruits dance and drink themselves into oblivion.

"Look at him,"

Morgana muttered, her gaze narrowing.

The others turned to focus on Dracula, their collective drunken haze sharpening their anger toward him.

He looked so damn calm, like nothing could touch him, like he was in complete control of everything. It was infuriating.

Catherine, her black eyes squinting in the dim light, leaned in conspiratorially.

"You know what we should do?"

She slurred, a wicked grin forming on her face.

"We should get back at him. Teach him a little lesson, just for f*cking with us."

Yin raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite her better judgment.

"Revenge? Against him? Are you crazy?"

Yang, her mind clouded with alcohol, was already nodding in agreement.

"No, no, she's right! He's been such a hardass for no reason. It's about time we turn the tables."

Morgana grinned, the alcohol making her reckless.

"Yeah, just imagine it Dracula, the unshakable, the untouchable getting a taste of his own medicine. It would be so satisfying."

The four of them fell silent again, their drunken minds working overtime to come up with some sort of plan, something that could embarrass or annoy him without getting themselves killed in the process.

Their gazes stayed locked on Dracula, watching as he sat there, completely oblivious to the brewing mutiny at the other side of the bar.

"Okay, okay, so what do we do?"

Yin asked, leaning forward in her chair.

"We can't just walk up to him and slap him or something. He'll crush us."

Catherine, her eyes still narrowed in drunken determination, tapped her finger against the table as an idea formed.

"What if we mess with his drink? Spike it with something? Or better yet, take that cigar of his and replace it with something that'll blow smoke in his face?"

Yang giggled at the thought.

"Yeah, like some nasty herb that smells like sh*t. He thinks he's being all cool and intimidating, and then BAM! He's coughing his lungs out."

Morgana, who had been the most vocal about revenge, grinned.

"Or, we could find out what he hates the most and make it happen right in front of him. A prank, something that'll mess with his head. But subtle, so he can't trace it back to us."

The four of them exchanged glances, their minds spinning with possibilities as the alcohol loosened their tongues and emboldened their thoughts.

"Whatever it is,"

Yin said, her voice low and mischievous,

"We're doing this. It's payback time."

They all grinned, the idea of taking down Dracula if only for a moment too tempting to pass up.

They raised their glasses, clinking them together in a silent toast to the reckless plan forming in their booze-addled minds.

This was probably a bad idea. But at that moment, none of them cared.

"To revenge!"

Morgana whispered fiercely, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"To revenge,"

The others echoed, their gaze still fixed on Dracula, who continued to drink and smoke, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing behind him.

...

MC POV

The thick haze of cigar smoke swirled lazily around me as I sat back, nursing my drink and watching the chaos unfold around the bar.

My battle brothers had long since disappeared to treat their blue balls condition and maybe even accidentally father the new generation In the heat of the moment.

The night had that kind of energy, the kind that got wild, reckless, and full of bad decisions.

I couldn't help but smirk at the sight. For all their hard training and discipline, give these schmucks a drop of alcohol and they turned into a bunch of horny teenagers.

As I leaned back, my eyes caught a group of four approaching me with a swagger that only the dead-drunk could pull off. Yin, Yang, Catherine, and Morgana.

They were puffing out their chests, twisting their hips left and right with exaggerated confidence, their faces flushed and eyes gleaming with mischief.

I narrowed my eyes, curiosity piqued.

"What the f*ck are those up to?"

I muttered to myself, watching them approach like they had some grand plan in mind.

As they finally reached me, Yin, the boldest of the bunch, leaned forward with a grin that could only be described as predatory.

Her fingers grazed the edge of my glass, eyes glinting with a mixture of alcohol and playful malice.