Death Guns In Another World

1760  BS: Alex and Leon 1

A/N: his happened during one of Alex and Leon's outing. After they arrived from Exodus!

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Alex stepped out of the refreshing shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. The bathroom mirror reflected his toned physique, a testament to his rigorous training regimen. He dried off and dressed in comfortable clothes, a casual outfit that belied the intensity of the upcoming dungeon competition.

With a quick check of his appearance, he grabbed his communication stone and contacted Leon his friend. The line rang a few times before being answered by Leon's cheerful voice.

"Hey Alex, what's up? Ready for some dungeon competition tomorrow?" Leon's excitement was palpable.

He grinned. "Of course, I'm ready. But before that, how about we let off some steam? I know a place where we can have some fun."

Leon's laughter echoed through the communication stone.

 "You're on, Alex. Meet me at the usual spot in an hour. I'll bring the drinks."

As Alex hung up the communication stone, a sense of anticipation filled him. The prospect of spending some quality time with Leon, combined with the thrill of the upcoming competition, created a perfect storm of excitement.

The arcade was a neon-lit haven of noise and excitement. As Alex stepped inside, he was greeted by the cacophony of arcade sounds - the whirring of machines, the jingling of coins, and the excited chatter of players. Leon was already there, a wide grin plastered on his face as he eyed a particularly challenging-looking racing game.

"You're late, man," he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Alex grinned back. "Hey, a hero's never late, he just arrives when he's needed."

They spent the next few hours immersed in the world of arcade games. They raced against each other, their laughter echoing through the arcade as they cheered for their virtual avatars. They competed in shooting games, their competitive spirits ignited as they tried to outscore each other. They even tried their hand at rhythm games, their clumsy attempts at hitting the right notes resulting in a chorus of giggles.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the arcade, Alex and Leon found themselves sitting at a table, nursing sodas and recounting their gaming triumphs. The arcade was emptying out, the once-bustling atmosphere replaced by a quieter ambiance.

"Man, that was fun," Leon said, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. "We should do this more often."

Alex nodded in agreement. "Definitely. But for now, I think it's time to refuel. How about we grab something to eat?"

"You read my mind," he echoed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I know just the place."

He led Alex out of the arcade and into the bustling night life of the city. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of grilled meats and spices, drawing them deeper into the heart of the city. They walked past colorful stalls, where vendors hawked their wares, and lively bars, where music spilled out onto the streets.

Finally, Leon stopped in front of a small, unassuming restaurant. The place was packed, with people spilling out onto the sidewalk. A lively band played traditional drexian music, adding to the vibrant atmosphere.

"This place is called 'Bavarois'," Arthur explained. "They serve the best local cuisine around here."

They managed to find a table for two, and as they scanned the menu, their mouths watered at the prospect of the delicious food. Alex ordered a plate of 'fufu'  and 'Sesame soup', while Leon opted for a spicy 'chicken Soup'.

As they waited for their food, they engaged in lively conversation, catching up on each other's lives and sharing stories about their day. The camaraderie between them was evident, their laughter filling the air.

When their food finally arrived, it was a feast for the senses. The *fufu*, a starchy dough-like substance, was soft and satisfying, while the *Sesame soup* was rich and flavorful. Leon's*chicken soup* was tender and spicy, with a perfect balance of flavors.

As they savored their meal, they couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The food, the company, and the vibrant atmosphere created the perfect end to a perfect day.

After eating to their fill their stopped at a bar.

The bar, a dimly lit haven tucked away in a side street, exuded an air of exclusivity. Its exterior was unassuming, a simple wooden facade with a discreet brass sign. Inside, however, the ambiance was a stark contrast. The walls were adorned with vintage posters and framed photographs of legendary pool players, casting a warm glow over the dark wood paneling.

The centerpiece of the bar was a series of meticulously maintained pool tables, their green felt inviting. The air was thick with the scent of leather and polished wood, a heady mix that appealed to the senses. Soft jazz played in the background, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

Behind the bar, a skilled bartender deftly mixed cocktails, the clinking of glassware adding to the overall ambiance. The bar itself was stocked with a wide variety of spirits, both local and imported, promising to satisfy even the most discerning palate.

Alex and Leon slipped into the bar, the warm, inviting atmosphere a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the city outside. They found an empty table near a pool table and slid into the plush leather seats.

"Vodka on the rocks, please," Alex ordered, his voice echoing the smooth jazz playing in the background. Leon nodded in agreement.

As they waited for their drinks, they assessed the pool table. Its green felt looked inviting, the white balls gleaming under the soft light.

Leon grinned. "Winner buys the next round," he challenged.

Alex raised an eyebrow. "You're on."

The bartender arrived with their drinks, the ice tinkling as it settled in the glasses. They clinked glasses in a silent toast before turning their attention to the pool table.

The game began with a friendly rivalry. Leon despite his gene being packed with strength because he was a beastman had a smooth stroke, while Alex's shots were powerful and precise. They traded shots, each sinking balls with varying degrees of skill and luck. Laughter filled the air as they cheered their successes and groaned at their misses.

The vodka flowed freely, loosening their inhibitions. With each shot, their game became more intense, their competitive spirit ignited. The bar patrons watched with amused interest, their eyes following the white balls as they danced across the green felt.

The game reached a climax as the final balls remained on the table. The tension was palpable, each shot met with a collective intake of breath from the small crowd that had gathered around the table. Leon, with a steely focus, lined up his shot. The cue ball cracked against the target ball, sending it into the corner pocket with a satisfying clink.

A cheer erupted from the crowd as Leon raised his arms in triumph. Alex, despite the loss, couldn't help but grin. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"You win this round, champ," he admitted, raising his glass in a mock salute.

They ordered another round, the atmosphere in the bar growing more jovial. As the night wore on, the conversation turned to their upcoming dungeon competition. They discussed strategies, shared their strengths and weaknesses, and fueled each other's determination.

The camaraderie between them deepened as they shared stories, laughter, and dreams. The bar, once a mere venue for a game of pool, had transformed into a sanctuary of friendship and shared aspirations. As the clock ticked past midnight, they decided it was time to call it a night.

With a final round of drinks, they bid farewell to the bar and stepped out into the cool night air. The city was quieter now, the vibrant energy of earlier replaced by a serene calm. As they walked side by side, they felt a sense of satisfaction, their bond strengthened by the night's shared experiences.

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