The fuck, he can drink?
Nikki was dumbfounded.
For a microsecond, the sheer absurdity of the gesture paralyzed the room. But humans, especially those surviving in the upper echelons of Sector 2's bureaucracy, were nothing if not incredibly adaptable to shifting power dynamics.
Seeing the God of War willingly participate in a human ritual, and realizing he was doing it entirely to protect Nikki, sparked a sudden, reckless wave of emboldened camaraderie among the staff.
It was as if a massive, invisible barrier had shattered. If he could drink one cup, surely he could drink another.
"To the General!" the head of agricultural logistics cheered, raising his own cup with a flushed, enthusiastic smile. He signaled the silver-plated utility drone to pour another round.
Adonis did not hesitate. He reached out, his massive hand wrapping around the delicate ceramic, and downed the second cup of scalding sake in a single, flawless motion.
