While they drank, they noticed a few recruits walking out from the elevator section.
Some were laughing loudly, already joining the crowd, drinking, dancing, grinding against each other without shame, celebrating the end of the trial and the beginning of their lives as licensed dungeon raiders.
Others were more reserved, slipping quietly past the pub and heading straight for the exit.
A few eager ones went straight to the mission board, excited to grab their first official quests.
As for Bruce and Sophie?
They didn't spare any of that a second thought.
They simply sat together, drinking and talking, the world shrinking to just the two of them. They downed multiple shots, cold, sweet, and strong, but as Awakened, the alcohol barely tickled their systems. Their tolerance was too high for normal drinks to do anything.
Eventually, they were done.
Bruce placed his empty glass on the table. Sophie mirrored him, her fingers brushing lightly against his.
