Diana saw Bo Bo, and asked Albella and Deathstroke to wait aside for a while, as she went to the bar to talk to him herself.
Bo Bo is a gorilla with a strong sense of justice, he really has no interest in money and generally doesn't like mercenaries.
Albella had no opinion, as long as there was alcohol and cigarettes, she felt at home wherever she was.
"How about it? Aren't you going to treat me to a few drinks?"
She tilted her head at the booth nearby and sat directly inside, just like Su Ming's habit, she also liked dimly lit places.
"Do US Dollars work here?"
"As long as mages still need to live in human society, US Dollars are usable." She raised her arm and snapped her fingers, while Trish at the bar just chewed on gum and pointed to the cabinet behind her.
Full magic self-service, just need to shout the type of drink.
In the past, this was Albella's most feared form of consumption, because she would unconsciously drink too much and spend money like water.
After all, don't expect the magic on the cabinet to persuade you not to overdrink like a real bartender, nor will it send you home.
As the responsibility of the magic bar, it will only fulfill its earliest established rules, that is to try to knock everyone out who walks through the door.
But today, someone else was paying for her, so she had no need to be courteous.
"Ballantine's 21-year-old whiskey, two bottles."
Immediately, two bottles of alcohol flew from the bar to their small round table.
Albella had Su Ming pay, placed the money on the table, and for these two bottles plus tips, it was 400 US Dollars.
Yes, the bartender here only collected money, and once Su Ming took out the money, Trish used magic to whisk the bills away.
Su Ming clicked his teeth, this woman really could drink, her taste was quite strong, as Ballantine's whiskey was famously heavy with alcohol.
"A nice shopping experience."
"Okay, look at Wonder Woman's face looking all tangled, she probably still needs a while, come on, let's toast."
Albella smiled, twisted open a bottle of whiskey, and without waiting for Su Ming to clink glasses with her, she took several gulps straight down, then happily wiped her mouth and lounged on the booth sofa sprawlingly.
As the one who paid the money, Su Ming had to try the drink from another house, he swiftly chugged a few gulps too, and likewise leaned back on the sofa watching Diana's situation over there.
..........
Diana took off her hood, walked to Bo Bo's side, and sat on the bar chair. The pendant lights above the bar made her long hair emit a gentle glow.
The gorilla tilted his head and saw it was Diana, shaking his head, he continued to swill the drink in his glass.
"Are you here to buy me a drink, gorilla?"
Diana shook her head slightly, she rarely drank unless celebrating victory: "You're the owner here."
"Ah... I sometimes tend to forget that."
The gorilla grinned, showing a bitter smile, with sadness in his eyes. He raised his glass and drained the liquor, everything here reminded him of his friend, Master of the Dark Night.
"I'm... just a bit confused, what exactly happened recently? Why are those mages, whom I once entrusted my life to, now leaving me one by one."
Diana frowned beautifully, leaning on the bar watching the gorilla.
The hair on the gorilla's face wasn't groomed, he seemed not doing well recently either.
"Who knows... maybe they don't like you, so they fled this world, haha." The gorilla reached for a second beer: "My first guess is always like that, I think they see me lacking responsibility or some sense of mission."
Diana sighed, turned around, leaned her back on the bar, fingers stroking her Lasso of Truth.
"Maybe you're right, the Magic Realm doesn't like me."
"Uh, wait, you know I was joking, right?" The gorilla's face showed a surprised expression, what's with Diana today? Why does she seem so melancholic: "You're a six-foot-tall, supermodel-built goddess, everyone loves you."
"Then why won't they tell me what exactly happened in the Magic Realm?" Diana turned around, propped her elbows on the bar, watching the gorilla's eyes: "After all we've faced together..."
The gorilla pondered, while not far away, Deathstroke and the female mage exchanged hell jokes.
"Listen, Diana, I was also present during that crisis, remember? I was the one piloting the Qiongji to bring in the Multiverse reinforcements." The gorilla raised his mug for more drink, as if he could never get drunk: "But this time it's different, even they refuse to inform me, I'm also excluded from the Magic Realm."
"Why?"
"Well, you now reside in an Ivory Tower that glows in the night, living in a world of heroes and villains... whereas everything about magic seems more chaotic and dark." The gorilla tossed down his empty mug, burped: "As for why I'm excluded, probably because I'm just an immortal, investigation-capable 'primate' animal."
"The Magic Realm rejects my integration, because I'm not a caster."
Diana turned her gaze towards Deathstroke, he and the female mage were shoulder-to-shoulder, singing some demon ditty, she frowned slightly, refocused her eyes on the jukebox by the wall:
"But when I couldn't walk yet, I could already ride a griffin, my home is Paradise Island, Amazon is a magic race, but not long ago, I saw the mages becoming fragmented, I've never seen a scene like it."
"So I guess, it must be some kind of backlash." The gorilla deduced, as a detective, he has his unique logical reasoning.
Diana was unsettled by Deathstroke and the mage's laughter, she walked to the wall and turned on the jukebox, letting classic jazz music drown out the ghostly tunes.
"Magic should be a force to benefit the world, but ever since the Wall of Origin shattered, the Omega Giant God descended on Earth, Earth responded by growing the 'Tree of Miracles'... Recently, so many things I can't understand."
Bo Bo tapped his finger on the table: "That's the crux, back then to solve the problem, the Justice League decided to blow up the Moon... but did you even think of seeking help from the warlocks? I alone know of over a dozen types of magic that could solve the crisis whilst preserving the Moon."
Perhaps Batman could think of it, but he views everything as the Justice League's responsibility, he couldn't ask mages to partake.
With Superman Clark, who still needs magic?
Sometimes Diana can be a bit reckless, but she's by no means foolish. She sat back at the bar, uncharacteristically ordering a strong drink.
"One pint of lager."
Detective Gorilla, sympathetic with her plight, extended his furry hand too: "Two pints."