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A tall, slender young man. With a dark black hat surrounded by light yellow. black hair stands slightly Golden eyes shifted to his best friend. who is talking with a beautiful, plain-colored girl A girl with smooth hair looks angry at the person she's talking to. The blond-haired young man smiled happily.

"What? If you don't come and say hello like that, are you going to assassinate us?" The blond-haired man said casually, but the audience could tell that he was referring to himself.

"Oh, you've been caught." Rebon smiled in his usual way.

"So what do you have, Rebon?" Ran asked the new arrival.

"I'm here to borrow this," he said, placing his hand on his best friend's shoulder.

“This bloke? Whatever you want to do, just take it,” she said boredly. It's as if they don't care about the person they borrowed(?) from.

"I'm not a fish, hey. You're really mean to me." Coronero smiled before poking the thin forehead.

"You idiot!" It was like a giant had reincarnated in the body of a young woman. The area suddenly became hot as fire.

"I'll be right back," the blond smiled at Ran, pulling the other's smooth cheeks.

'Poke!' You don't have to tell me. Coronero's head couldn't help but come up.

"Take him far away," Ran said in annoyance, not caring about the other person. before walking away

"If it doesn't hurt, you won't be able to sleep, right?" a close friend said lazily. With the person in front of me who still smiles a little and smiles big

"I guess it's like that." Smiling until the flowers began to bloom.

Sometimes it's too much!

"Ran's punch probably didn't cause any damage to your brain, right?" Rebon asked annoyedly.

"No, hey. There's something going on." The blond replied with a dismissive tone before getting serious about the matter.

“Do you remember the Mafia gang killing yesterday?” Rebon started the story.

"What you told me?" The blond said casually. Even though he is a soldier

“Yes, it happened that the boss gave me a large sum of money. I want to go relieve some stress,” Rebon said simply.

“Will you invite me?” the young soldier asked with raised eyebrows.

"Or you can't go. I don't mind,” the assassin said before turning his back on his friend.

"Wait a minute!?" The other person almost ran and grabbed the neck of the friend who had invited himself. before changing to hugging his neck instead

"Heh heh." As for people laughing at his mischievous friend's behavior.

“So where are you going?” the blond-haired man said brightly.

"My regular shop." Just saying this made the other person cry out.

A black sedan was driven to its destination. The journey was shrouded in silence. There was only the sound of the air conditioner coming out. Even though they are close friends, they do not interfere with each other's work at all.

Time passes quickly

"Oh! We've arrived." The person slept violently, as if he hadn't slept for three days and three nights. He was wide awake.

As for the driver, he could only sigh tiredly at the person who had been lying motionless 5 minutes before.

"You're always asleep," Rebon said as he went to open the door for another person.

“Please come down, soldier,” the assassin said in a polite tone.

"Huh." As for the person being treated, he smiled.

"You've got my heart, you bastard." Rebon, who couldn't stand the other person's aggravation, tapped the other person's forehead.

"It hurts!" The soldier moaned loudly at the other's action and rubbed his own forehead.

"Oh, it's red." The person who did it pretended to sound shocked. Even though he still had a sneer on his face.

"You're the one!" Coronero could only find an argument but couldn't.

"Enough, let's go into the shop." The person causing trouble cut off the conversation before walking in front of the person being invited.

Why was he left standing alone?

"I want the same thing," the regular customer said without thinking and continued to sit and wait.

"Anything that's strong." As for my best friend's father, he ordered something that was stronger than the other person. Ready to wiggle your eyebrows to finish it off.

“So two glasses of pure voska?” the older man asked the two customers.

"Yes," Rebon replied to Bratainer. before turning to smile at a close friend who was planning to take over this party which saw the other person look slightly annoyed

The last laugh is louder, right?

"Two bottles, please." My good friend still didn't give up. before another person sneered.

"Are you okay?" Rebon didn't say anything, just asked from his friend's cockiness.

“Huh, it's not my money anyway. That's all, the hair on my face won't get in my way." When he finished, he wrapped his arms around the other person and put his hand on his shoulder.

"It's true, it's not too late. But it's useless.” As for the assassin, he was fed up with his arrogant friend.

"You'll know," the soldier said with a smile.

The soldier's hot blood poured out and he drank it as water.

As for the assassin, he gradually savored the taste. with entertainment

Time passed and the number of bottles increased accordingly.

The consequences are quite different...

A troublesome close friend who bobs and bobs.

The other person continued to sip. Let the tip of your palate experience the flavor.

But... Voska doesn't have any flavor at all.

P.S. Plus, it hurts your tongue.

The situation between the two was not much different, except that the sip was still slightly dim in his consciousness.

"You're already drunk." His voice was hoarse and dry from drinking the water that was so painful. The drunk man's face continued to smile.

"You're no different." As for the other person, who had the same expression, but had a stern expression on his face.

"Hahahaha," came the blond-haired man's laughter. Then he hugged the other person's neck and patted his shoulder.

"Heh." As for the person who just invited revenge, he laughed a little in his throat.

And it ended with him having to carry the body of his good friend who had passed out on the table. Even though the symptoms were the same, they had to carry a dim consciousness. He carried a heavy body that was no different from his own to a black sedan.

"Burden," the bearer said in a slightly dazed voice. from the effects of alcohol

"I'm glad to hear that." As for the burden, he didn't have the slightest bit of remorse. Plus it's still as nerve-wracking as ever.

Who said that alcohol stimulates the subconscious glands? Or the person he was carrying wouldn't even have a conscience.

The light figure heard the smart-mouthed person finish speaking and put (threw) the person in front of him into the car.

Luckily, I was still able to maintain my composure to carry the body in front of me into the car.

Unfortunately, he was unable to bring their bodies home. In addition, he was pushed to the base of the car, causing his thin body to slide and throw himself into the friend in front of him.

'Bang!' The foot pushed against the door opener, causing a loud noise. With the car door closed

“Oh, so you were so angry at me that you forced me to suffocate you?” said the drunk person beneath him in a playful tone. But a smile still appeared on the young soldier's face.

"I'd like to stay like this for a while." The exhaustion of carrying someone the same size as myself. Make his body fall on you without hesitation.

"Haha, now the assassins have turned to crush him and suffocate him?" The person who was knocked over could only laugh dryly and say something irritating. before letting the brain rest

Not a long time has passed.

The assassin's body had to scramble(?) up due to the struggle between the two of them for air without any increase in air.

And in the end, the light body had to hold Uncle up even though his brain wanted to rest completely.

Until then, he changed his position to become the driver as before. A bright figure hurriedly turned on the air conditioner. Then drive straight to his house as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, the car crashed and both died. But it's like the two of them are hard as hell (?) and still don't want them to come down. Both of them must make amends with their next lives.

Of course they both traveled safely.

'Bang!'

'Eng!'

'Crap!'

Yes.... At most, it only scratches the dog.... There was a slight to moderate damage to the car from hitting a tree, but it wasn't too severe. The edge of the car slightly scrapes against the sidewalk, creating color on the car. It's not difficult.

As for the drunk person, he drove home in a daze. Flat and not aware of what was happening at all. He didn't understand anything at all. Eyelids that were dizzy almost made him fall asleep in the car again.

I don't know if it was merit or karma that kept both of them from dying in an accident. But if I think about it again, it would probably be more karma.

He had to stand up and regain his composure even though it didn't help at all. The tall drunk man hurriedly carried the lifeless body(?) of the burden out of the car with difficulty.

"You really have a nice mouth, but you're drunk like a dog." The alcohol was in his mouth and he couldn't help but complain harshly to his friend.

"Oh! I'm not drunk, I can stand up." As for the drunk who didn't accept himself, he remained stubborn and pushed the other person away and walked on his own.

"Good," the person responsible for driving sighed tiredly.

Right now there's only one thing they both want to do: sleep!

Entering the house was chaotic because the owner of the house was careful and quickly arranged the lock. His hands trembled slightly from his drunkenness. Makes the unlocking very slow.

As for the people waiting, the alcohol abused them with their impatience. Water really changes your personality.

'Bang!' The sound of a soldier's foot kicking on the teak door.

“It's expensive!” the homeowner exclaimed.

"How many doors do you want tomorrow? I'll bring them myself." Thick feet hurriedly walked over to the sofa to rest.

"Heh," he laughed a little and followed. Ready to let his body fall heavily on another person.

'Ugh', there's no need to describe whose voice it is.

The person who had just gotten some rest looked at the other person angrily.

"Hey! Are you going to kill each other?" He couldn't help but cry out under the influence of the intoxicating water.

"Shut up." The other person didn't care at all. Plus he said it annoyingly.

before shutting the other person's mouth

"Ah!" My good friend was shocked, not expecting to be touched by another person's thick lips. His body was so thin he struggled to get free.

It was like the more he struggled, the more the other person was locking him tightly. From the beginning it was just lips touching. But now a hot tongue began to enter his mouth.

"!" faster than thought The soldier's thick feet pressed onto his best friend's face.

'Pluck!' ended with a tall figure being kicked to the ground and then falling unconscious.

The kicker also lost consciousness from the alcohol.

A bright morning with the sound of birds chirping all day.

As for the two people who were hungover from being drunk, they still didn't seem to wake up.

'Bang!' The original teak door was quickly opened by a smooth-haired woman. who was so startled by the door that he thought someone was breaking in.

And when some figure walked in, he was upset with both of his mischievous friends who were lying there like unconscious people.

'Poke!' The girl's heavy punch(?) caused her to faint slightly.

"Oh..." Coronero cried out in pain. But the voice was quiet and quiet.

"Yaran..." Rebon said confusedly, sounding no different from his alcoholic friend in the slightest.

"You guys! Let's go drink and get drunk until we lie down like this!?"

The bright morning probably doesn't belong to troublesome friends like Rebon and Coronero....