Bab 87: The Bachelor Party

"Take another swig. Now! Go go!"

The God of War's speech was nearly slurring now, as he slumped over in his chair. His chin was nearly resting in a messy plate of half eaten food. 

It had been non-stop eating and drinking for the last few hours. This group of nosy and inebriated deities included Axel, Aero, Cedric, and Eureka. Four drunken louts with not a care in the world. They were most definitely not paying attention to the mirror that was still following Tuzi around the Mortal Realm. 

Cedric stared at the bottle of whiskey that was being thrusted in his face. His vision was beginning to see double, from the large quantities of spirits already consumed. Keeping in mind that Gods had to consume a whole lot of alcohol to get drunk. The room was scattered with empty bottles.

"I don't think I should," the God of Humanities said, as a hiccup escaped him. "I'm concerned that I would be passed out for the next week if I took another bottle."