Rex really did love the bar scene, not that he was a social person...But it was a good and loud place to drown out your worries. It was so damn busy and chaotic you didn't have a chance to think about anything else besides not getting beer on your clothes and staying out of a fight.

And who wouldn't want to show off a cute girlfriend like Naomi anyways? There was a lot of pride in exposing your territory, and keeping kids off your lawn. Rex was turned backwards to the bar as he sat on a stool, looking as cocky as ever with a glass of something questionable in his hand. One of his tatted arms were hooked around Papi's waist, keeping her close.

At his other side stood a tall man in unsettling military garb, luckily he had his mask and hood off at least. He was a youthful looking guy with a few scars on his stoic features and a mess of spiky charcoal hair sprawled about his face. He had a coy smirk on his lips as he listened to Rex blabber on about their battle on the station in Dione.

You'd never guess it, but this was one of his trusted summons, Krov. As much as he hated the idea of getting close to NPCs in a game, his team of dedicated reapers were...strangely relatable and human. Their conversation was cut short when some burly shit-cake piped up and taunted the bar's patrons to a drinking contest.

Of fucking course Rex frowned with sharp whites at the guy, knowing full well he needed nothing more than to be shut the hell down and regret running his mouth around a seasoned drunkard like himself. Carlo couldn't avoid the scolding look from Naomi though, and gave her a pleading glance back, “Come on babe....You know he deserves it.” Rex whispered as he leaned towards her.

Krov laughed under a breath and moved a little closer to give the woman a subtle shrug of agreement, though he could understand why she'd rather have Rex avoid confrontation all together. He knew the kind of pain his master was going through being trapped in their world, any distraction was a welcome one in his book.

“Yeah-yeah! I'll be good...” Rex answered with a false sound of annoyance before he leaned over to give his girlfriend a peck on the cheek, it wasn't but a second after that did the greasy mongrel spit out some questionable taunts. Lucky for him he'd already promised Naomi he wasn't going to kill anyone tonight.

He shot the guy a cold glare and after Naomi was done making a point she was nobody elses, the soldier shot up from his stool and grit his teeth in a growl of rage, shoulders rolling in a taunt before he stalked towards the drunkard, “...Let's up your bet, pigshit!” Rex roared out with his dangerous aggression, nearly knocking a poor patron from his chair as he took a seat near the giant with an unflinching look on the arrogant drinker.

“I don't want your fuck'n coin...” Carlo snapped, leaning on the table as he sized the man up, “....You win, you can have her...” He paused to look over his shoulder at Naomi, fuck he hoped he didn't hear that, “I win...You buy everyone in here a round and fuck off forever...Got it?” There was two things Rex had a lot of pride in....it was his abilities to kill shit, and to drink a lot.

Krov moved to stand by Naomi, folding his arms to his chest as he gave the woman a sideways glance, “...I'll make sure your prince makes it home, if you don't want to sit this one out.” Krov offered with a coy smirk, looking again to Carlo.

“Be flattered you're worth fighting for.” Krov argued in his cool tone, fidgeting some with his arms against his chest, giving a brief glare to a patron who was getting a little close to Naomi from the sidelines. Nobody was going to sink his favorite ship, mind you.

Rex grinned wickedly back at the man's taunt, this fucker had no idea the kind of hell he'd just sealed himself into. Carlo was the kind of seasoned party goer that could even get Charlie Sheen envious. This was the kind of guy who could blow a fucking .6 and still walk a straight line and tell you about the weather.

“....I'm gunna love watch'n you piss your pants when you hit the floor....I'll even let you pick the drinks.” The soldier further insulted before leaning away on his elbows and giving a cold glare. Whatever that piece of shit decided to toss on the table, he'd snatch up without hesitation and pound it like a champ, licking his lips dry and waiting for the next...

Krov laughed under a breath, shifting to lean behind the woman and put his face close enough to whisper, “...You know he wouldn't make a bet he could lose, not if it was you. on the line” With that he'd lean away and fold his arms to his chest again, collected emeralds watching the drinking match closely with a coy smile on his face.

Rex grinned wickedly as he was served a mug of vodka, this guy wasn't fucking around. He gave him that much. “Pussies drink last, so it's 'ight.” He taunted as he chugged the strong burning liquor with hardly a flinch in his posture. With a breathing sigh of relief he'd wipe his mouth dry and take another down without pause.

This probably wasn't the most flattering talent you could show off to your girlfriend. But what military guy didn't have a problem with drinking in all honesty? You could see it in his eyes, he was finding that sweet spot to retreat to, and there was no limit in how much he could consume even in a game!

Obviously they'd keep going up until Rex's HP actually started to drain a little he was so intoxicated, sadly he hadn't factored that little detail into his scheme. But he wasn't going to stop, even if it killed him. His face was flushed red, and he gave an arrogant stare to the pig-drinker, “Give up already, you fat cunt!” Carlo toyed with a cackle, snatching up another mug and pounding it to the face...How many was that?

Oh buddy Rex was starting to feel it, but that didn't mean much to an Olympian alcoholic like him! As the burly drunkard belched out another mug of vodka, someone standing a little to close to breath in the stank fell over flat to the ground knocked out cold from the fumes. You could probably see paint chipping from the walls at this point too.

If you could bleed in this game, Carlo could cut his arm and bleed on someone's open wound to sterilize it at this point, and still probably get them drunk too. “...I ain't a challenge, I'm your end...Shit face!” Rex slurred out as he snatched up another mug and pounded it to the face, and quickly snatched up ANOTHER and downed it in the same manner, trying to expose the giant's faltering resolve.

But...Rex's HP had dipped below the halfway point, and was dangerously close to even turning red if he kept this up. How the hell hadn't he broken a sweat yet, how could he be so confident in his own ability to last this long? As stupid as this competition was, you had to admire his determination if anything...

Holy shit Rex was beyond drunk at this point! If this was the real world, he'd already be in a hospital bed draining his innards with tubes to stay alive. Let alone if he took a damn piss right now he'd probably melt a hole through the toilet! Everything was starting to blur away into mumbles and lack of attention.

The soldier downed another mug of vodka, slamming it to the table and slumping forward for a moment, his HP finally dipping into the red stage, meaning he was seriously teetering on the edge of death over this stupid game! He laughed arrogantly, reaching for ANOTHER mug, “You've already Lostsh!” Carlo slurred out, to stubborn to quit...

He downed his final mug, only to have what was left of his HP deplete into...nothing. Rex had killed himself there at the bar, such a pathetic end considering all the hell he'd suffered through so far. His eyes glossed over into gray and he fell forward only to hit the floor and explode into pixels, dead.

The soldier jumped back awake as he'd started to tilt forward after that last mug of vodka, deep breath being taken as the quick dream he'd just suffered from was enough to send shivers of fear down his spine. Fuck he really needed to quit drinking! He could barely make out the numbers of his HP, but he was still alive...somehow...He just hoped this guy was at his limit, because he'd surely met his. He gulped and waited...

There was a deadly silence in the bar when Papilion moved to scold her boyfriend, everyone around the table backed away with a cautious look. What had started as a harmless drinking challenge had quickly turned into a matter of life or death. All of their attention shifted to the burly fellow who slowly tilted backwards and crashed into the floor, still letting the moment come into focus...

Rex could barely even hear Naomi at this point, everything was such a fucking blurry repaint of the actual world. There was just a whisper of her voice, and it didn't sound happy at all, but something internal had told him he won, and he slouched forward even with her clinging to his back and arm, grabbing up the sack of coin and lazily dumping all of it's reward onto the table.

Everyone exploded into an uproar of cheer and excitement, he'd won and earned everyone in the bar a round of drinks at the loser's expense. They tried to swarm Carlo to thank him, but luckily Krov stepped in to shield the couple with an arm and give them a dangerous smile, “Alright. I think we're done here...” He whispered as he put a hand on Naomi's shoulder and tried to pull her back some so he could grab Rex and help him up.

If and when they got outside the bar, Krov would get Rex on his back to hold him there in a piggyback ride, poor guy was drunker than drunk, and he was making about as much sense as an abstract painting about rocket science. “...You know it'll break his heart if you give him hell about this.” Krov teased with a smirk as they walked.

“We get to see parts of his dreams, and his nightmares.” Krov explained with a bit of a serious expression, “...Can you guess what he's scared of the most?” Well that was beside drowning, of course. It was eerie just how sentient the A.I. In this game could be, if they were truly drawing on pieces of Rex to craft their own personalities...could they in a sense be...real?