Reincarnated as an Energy with a System - Chapter 1844: Drunk

Chapter 1844: Drunk

Mira and Jack gorged themselves on the food that was brought over. Mira was naturally hungry after working the entire day, and Jack… was a dragonborn. He was born to devour things naturally.

Larissa watched as the food disappeared off the table, taken away by one of the four hands there, one after another. She had her own large steak, which the two thankfully didn’t try to steal.

“Eat it quickly or they’ll take it all,” she told Ning.

“That’s fine,” Ning said, picking some sort of tiny dumpling and eating it, enjoying it for the flavor rather than its satiety. “I’m not particularly hungry.”

The drinks were brought over a bit later, and they drank that too. Larissa tried to hold back at first as someone needed to drive, but when Ning said that he would drive, she didn’t hold back either.

Dragonborn were the best at handling their liquor, followed by Infernals in the group. A Daywalker like Ning and a Wolf Elf like Mira were quite the worse. And yet, everyone but Ning was drunk from all the wine they drank.

By the time they finished their food, the three could barely keep their eyes open, mumbling and laughing about different matters.

Ning paid the bill, which came out to a surprising 7 thousand Jorans—holy hell, were the liquors in this place quite expensive—and took the three out of the restaurant.

He called for a taxi to bring Mira and Jack to their homes. He tried to do the same for Larissa, but she claimed that she would be fine sleeping in the van or some such nonsense.

Ning tried to explain to her, but in her delirious state, she was too much to argue with. He wanted to drive her to her home, but it was only now he realized that he didn’t know where she lived.

If only she was a bit more cooperative.

After some thought, he decided to bring her back to his apartment. She could sleep the drunkenness away, and he could take her back home tomorrow with only a hangover.

Driving came naturally to Ning. With Valen’s memories also came new mannerisms and muscle memory. The man had been a good driver, so even without counting on his own experience, Ning could drive.

Valen had only ended up with no car or transportation of any sort after selling it to pay for his living. So much had the man ended up losing in those days when he drank half the day and slept the other.

He couldn’t even quite remember how much he had sold his car for, but no doubt it wasn’t that much.

The evening had grown darker to the point that he might as well have called it night now. The purple and pinkish hues of the skies were fading into a blanket of void that should’ve contained stars but could not be seen anymore.

Light pollution stopped each and every person in this city from viewing the magnificence that was outer space.

Ning arrived back at his apartment and pulled Larissa out of his car before carrying her up the flight of stairs. It was good that his building’s stairs were on the outside, which led him quickly to his apartment.

He opened the door and entered, taking her in.

“Do you want something? A glass of water or something to eat?” Ning asked Larissa.

“Don’t… bother,” she said for a moment before giggling to herself.

“I’ll get you some water,” Ning said and brought a glass.

Larissa took the glass of water with a strange look on her face. “Don’t think you can have me just because you managed to bring me over. I’ll hit you.”

“Have you?” Ning asked with a slight chuckle. “Don’t worry, I don’t intend to do anything to you. I have a wife and child.”

“Had,” Larissa said. “Had a wife and child.”

“Right, had,” Ning said quickly.

Larissa giggled. “Are you the one that’s drunk, or am I? How do you forget something…” She burped once and forgot her line of thought.

Ning walked over to the bed, fixing a few things. “You can sleep on the bed for tonight. I’ll lay on the couch,” he said. “Do you need some clothes to change into? I can get you some of my sweatshirt and sweatpants.”

“Okay!” she said and stood up suddenly, only to fall back down on the couch, her hand reaching for her head. “Woah!”

“You okay?” Ning asked.

“Yeah, just… the world is starting to spin around me heavily,” she said. “How much did I drink? I haven’t been this drunk since…”

Her words stopped at her throat, her expression changing to one of a more somber variety.

“Since?” Ning asked.

“Since my father died,” Larissa said.

Ning was surprised. Larissa was always hesitant when talking about her father, who he had learned had died a long time ago—murdered, probably—the mystery of which hadn’t been solved to this day.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” Ning asked, sitting next to her on the couch.

Larissa’s father was an Imp, a demon with horns, bat wings, and a tail. They were perhaps the strongest race in all of Hyrron in consideration of natural-born abilities alone, not counting the Dragons, who were considered more beast than people.

They made up the strongest army during the war many hundred years ago and, as such, were also the ones that died the most when the war became intense.

Imps were now few and far between, and their children even more so.

Larissa’s father was a regular Imp from what Ning knew, and he had been found dead in his home with a few gunshots to his chest. The death had been ruled as a burglary gone wrong, where even the burglar had been wounded, his blood found at the scene.

However, the blood hadn’t matched anyone in the system, so even to this day, the culprit, whether a simple burglar or not, walked away freely.

To bring her father’s murderer to justice had been the sole reason why Larissa had chosen to become a detective.