Drakar walked outside of the Mammon estate into the inner city. Hell is classified as a city but is more like a country. Inside it the 5 sectors are the states and the towns are more like cities. Right in the center of Hell resides the royal castle which encompasses millions of the richest citizens. Right outside the castle lays the inner city which is where many more middle class businesses are, of course most of the merchants in Hell are traveling merchants; since staying in one place reaching a couple hundred thousand is much worse than traveling and selling to millions.
Lucky for Drakar the Mammon estate was pretty close to the inner city. For today he needed to meet two people. There it was after flying for 15 minutes he reached the Drunken Apple. It was a small establishment resembling a log cabin made of dark oak trees. This was the most common material for small businesses and poorer households because the dark oak tree was one of the only trees produced in the outlands.
Standing right in front of the Drunken Apple, Drakar was struck with the smell of hard cider and cheers of some drunk demons. Drakar pushed open both the saloon doors and walked into 5 demons huddle in a circle throwing some dice around.
*9 am and they're already drunk and gambling now thats real dedication*
Drakar snickered and walked over to the bar where behind it he saw hundreds of different bottles showcased on the walls. He hopped over the counter and walked into the back of the establishment. Drakar coughed once and pounded his chest slightly before reaching the warehouse of the small bar. He held his throat trying to make his voice as deep as possible.
"Your bartender sucks I've been waiting for 10 minutes and not a soul in sight ready to get me my drink."
A little man in a bright green suit with raggedy gray wings was crouching on the ground next to a giant box filled with over 30 bottles of dark brown liquid. To his left was a extremely light brown skinned man with black hair. The equally short man was in a dark orange suit with bright baby blue wings and horns with a dark blue tail. The two small fries turned around in shock at the exact same time ready to come up with a half baked excuse, yet as soon as they saw the slim demon standing above them they both dropped their shoulders and sighed.
"This is an employees only zone so shoo."
"Oh come on uncle Davis be a dear and introduce me to your business associate."
The dark orange suited man jumped back in shock a bewildered look slithered across his face right before he shouted out.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten your hyung already!"
While laughing Drakar walked behind the two men and slapped the on the left's back.
"I haven't forgot you yet Hee-Won, how could I. Half of Davis' drunk ramblings are about some weird business deal you two did or how you both swindled some rich guy. Anyway which of these boxes is my apple whiskey."
Last night after consulting Davis they both agreed the best way to instantly get in good relations with the Sin of Gluttony was to give him a thoughtful present or get blackout drunk with him; Hee-Won chimed in later that realistically he could do both. After that the three of them agreed to meet up at one of their stores closest to Beelzebub's manor. Where they would prepare an arrangement of their finest liquors along with their signature whiskey.
Davis got up and pointed to one of the boxes in the corner. Drakar grabbed one of the bottle of dark orange liquid and asked.
"How hard is this, like I want him drunk in less than 15 minutes. The less time around that disgusting man the better."
Hee-Won looked over from arrangement of bottles and replied.
"Don't worry if he's as much as a glutton as he should be he'll be drunk within minutes. One of those bottles could kill a woolly mammoth. What we really need to be sure of is if you can survive drinking with this man."
"Don't worry right after it gets into my blood I'll destroy it, my body treats it like a poison so it'll be gone in seconds as long as I don't run out of mana. By the way you got any nicer boxes than this. Brown doesn't really scream become my friend"
Davis jumped up and scurried around the room looking in every nook and cranny.
"Don't worry I've got our family signature boxes somewhere around here. Also when you were drunk at my bar a week or so ago were you just fake drunk"
With a triumphant look on his face Davis pulled out a black and crimson box with small golden cracks on it. On the top of the box was a giant golden sign which read out Drunken Apple.
"Eh, kind of tacky, but he would probably fall head over heels for something tacky like this. Nice pick. But I really was drunk, if I repress my mana deep within my soul I can stop my technique from destroying the poison, also I barely even remember that night which makes me assume I repressed my mana really well."
The three men then took the boxes outside while kicking the five old drunks out. Locking the doors and bursting up into the air soon the trio would meet a Sin for the first time. Before they embarked on their journey Hee-Won muttered.
"You owe me like 50 customers Drakar also this is your coronation present when you become king I'm not shelling out anymore free booze."
"Yeah yeah don't worry when I'm the king of Hell you can be the royal distributor of booze."