Demon Lord's Reincarnation

As soon as the Admiral said that, the kitchen counter we were in suddenly turned to a bar of sorts where I became the bartender and the Admiral one of those lonely customers that just wanted a stiff drink and someone to talk to about their problems.

However, since we already talked about alcohol, it didn’t take long before Oscar, Major Harper, Royo, the two Captains: Moore and Marcel, Quinn, and lastly Jennifer Goodman to join in and drink with the Admiral.

The old man already plopped down the barrel of his brew in front of me with a Tupperware of jerky and peanuts, “Serve this kid.”

Quinn followed with a bottle of Absinthe she pulled out of her ass, “Serve this too—”

Royo cut in, “Isn’t that illegal in— Nevermind…”

Captain Marcel turned to Jennifer, “First Lieutenant, why are you here and not with the Senator’s daughter?”

Jennifer replied, “Fuck off.”

“What did you just say to me?!”

“I’m off-duty now— I’m basically on vacation the moment we docked here! So again, fuck off!”

“FIRST LIEUTENANT—”

Oscar cut in, “HEY! THIS IS MY BREW WE’RE DRINKIN’ AND THAT’S MY DAUGHTER YOU’RE YAPPIN’ AT, PUNK! WATCH YOUR MOUTH, HUH?!”

“Colonel—”

Captain Moore rolled his eyes, “We haven’t had a drink yet and you’re all—” then he turned to me, “Can I have a beer, first?”

The Admiral cut in as well, “Whoa! WHOA! What are you all doin’ I’m having my time with the kid here and you all interrupt?!”

Major Harper replied, “C’mon, Admiral~ Alcohol should be shared with friends! And we’re celebrating now!”

I muttered from the other side of the bar, “At 8:00 in the morning…”

Quinn slammed her palm on the bar, “Hey! Are you serving us liquor or not?!”

Jennifer followed, “YEAH! I just got back from deployment and it’s all gotten fucked up! POUR ME ONE ALREADY! COME ON! YOU’RE BASICALLY MY YOUNGER STEP-BROTHER, RIGHT?! GIVE ME THE GOOD STUFF!”

I should’ve expected something else for meeting the old man’s daughter for the first time but funnily enough, she got right in there and acted like we had known each other long ago—which I greatly appreciated—so I gave her the first shot of the day before handing Captain Moore a cold bottle.

Looking at her closely, she did have some of the features of the old man but I’d say that body-wise, she was more on the bulkier side with her athletic build. For a little comparison, she looked like what a powerlifter would look like though she traded some of her assets for actual muscle.

Not to take anything away from her physique but her body was what Quinn would look like if hers didn’t defy the laws of equivalent exchange. She was almost as tall as me but a normal gym goer could look at her and say that she might be taking something.

‘Voice is not as deep though so she probably didn’t take anything but we’ll never know fully without bloodwork… Probably a smidge of Anavar but we’ll see… She’s a mix of Quinn and Tatiana—no, Quinn and Katya… Sounds about right…’

However, I could only see her thick neck and forearms at the moment, but facial-wise, all things were ‘Merican-made or coded but she had this pointy-ish nose and square-ish jaw that would make guys who only wanted the Barbie types or the completely feminine types swipe the other way.

‘Not me, though— Hold up, this is a dangerous thought— Not now, not now, not now…’

But yeah, she still waited for everyone else to have a drink on their hands before they all had a toast in front of everybody who was still having breakfast.

‘This is one of the weirdest shit I’ve seen— Nevermind… This place would need an actual bar in the future…’

Obviously, more and more people came for a cold one—even those from Ella’s side—but my focus was just on this fucking lineup of people because they just might slip up and say more government secrets while they were having fun.

I know that I’m already partially in on it and have some sort of authority but it just wasn’t the same compared to them who served the same flag and the same country, except for Quinn, of course, who was just there for the alcohol.

However, it didn’t take long before these fucks realized the potency of the old man’s brew and the old man, Quinn, and his daughter were the only ones that were enjoying it.

The two captains easily downed five shots but little did they know it also snucks up at ’em too after the brutal first hit and that was one of the reason the Admiral was holding onto his third shot while the Major and Royo was contemplating on taking their second one.

Jennifer turned to her dad who was at the opposite side of the bar, “Hey! What’s this made of?!”

Oscar quipped after asking for his fifth one without issues, “Don’t ‘Hey!’ me, you brat! Can’t call me dad, at least?!”

“We still have a lot of fucking things to talk about, Colonel! I’ll call you that if I want to! And can’t you answer that at least—”

“Watermelon! Shit’s made with watermelon!”

“What?! For real?!”

“I aged them in a whiskey barrel though, that’s why you get that aftertaste—”

Quinn cut in, “Isn’t the aftertaste from the watermelon instead?”

Oscar slapped his forehead, “Yeah, yeah, I got it backwards. It’s faint but you can smell the whiskey and taste a bit of it when it goes down, right? It’s still a work in progress but it’s kinda smooth in a way…”

Quinn and Jennifer nodded and said at the same time, “Yeah, yeah…”

The Admiral chimed in, “I dunno about smooth but this is too hard first thing in the morning after breakfast…”

Oscar chuckled, “You can stick to the bud light if you can’t take it.”

“I didn’t say that, I just said it’s too hard! Can I have a taste of that green one?”

“Sure—”

“Eck! Jesus! WHY’S—”

Quinn rolled her eyes as she drank straight from the bottle, “Pussies. Pussies, I tell ya,” then she turned to Jennifer, “Want a taste?”

“Sure,” Jennifer nodded before drinking from the battle as well.

“What do you think?”

“Ooh! Jesus, that is wild but I’d like it with some coke or something,” then she turned to me, “You have a can over there?”

“Uh-huh. Here,” then I turned to Major Harper, “So, we’re drinking the day away, now?”

Major Harper shook his head, “Nah. I’m fine with this one. We have a lot to go over now that they’re all here,” then he turned to the Admiral, “Admiral Burke, after you’re done here, I suggest we meet at the Main Hangar in fifteen. Is that okay?”

The Admiral nodded, “Sure, sure,” then he turned to me, “I must’ve forgotten to do this but thanks for this.”

“It’s all on your tab though, heh. It’s gaining interest at the moment, watch out.”

He chuckled, “That’s true, can I shake your hand though? I need to see something for myself.”

I turned to the rest of his troops before I turned back to him, “Really? Not this again.”

“Just humor me, alright?”