Clink, clink, clink——!
The sound of a bottle rolling on marble.
Because the Flaming Red Lips Bar was absolutely safe—as someone with an extraordinary relationship with Lucifer, Bucky didn't even need to fear anyone trying to catch him showing up.
Although this was an even more dangerous place, as long as he didn't use up the remaining two wishes from Lucifer, everything was fine.
As the investor of "Flaming Red Lips," although the real 'employees' here didn't really appreciate him, the usual services were still provided without fail—Lucifer was rather generous in this regard.
In a private box, his body sprawled, Bucky felt a splitting headache, probably from drinking too much after talking with Lucifer last night, leading to a series of wild and untamed acts, not knowing how many times they had occurred.
He struggled to remove the arm of a woman draped around his neck. The woman, wearing only a short skirt, simply rolled over and continued to sleep.
