It was harder to find Zara because she was in a drinking contest with a group of demon soldiers and was currently winning, even though she was much smaller than them.
Rick said, "Um... Zara, maybe slow down for a bit?" as she took another shot.
"I'm a demon general, gooner boy! I can drink these amateurs under the table!" She slammed her glass down in victory. "Even though I might take a break to be with my favorite person."
"Gooner boy...? That fucking Sebastian...!" Rick clenched his fist.
"Alright, alright, enough with the drinking contest. Come with me." Rick grabs her hand, and then they walk away to spend time together.
It took a few minutes for them until they found a quiet spot away from the other people. Zara was drunk, but she was still able to stand up straight.
Zara leaned against Rick and said, "Hick... you know... what's strange...?"
"I used to think that feelings like love and compassion... hick... were a sign of weakness..."
