Wine Massacre
Four months after Robin's return to Jura City-- In a restaurant somewhere in the middle of the Ancestral Continent
*Siiiiip*
"Hehe... Heh~ looks like this is the last drink I'll ever have in this life." A middle-aged man spoke and lowered the cup from his lips, even after the loud drinking noise he made, the cup looked still full, it felt as if he was drinking one drop each time he lifts it.
"The last drink? Do you want to commit suicide or what? well, you do look miserable, please go ahead!" The bartender replied indifferently as he cleaned a few cups in front of him.
*Sip*
"Hehehe you cruel bastard I come here to drink every day, at least fake some interest in my wellbeing!"
"Why should I care if you won't be drinking again? just finish your cup and get lost already." The bartender spoke, raising his eyebrows