America? No, it's the warp!

"Ah... Lucy..."

Logan had forgotten about this; he was supposed to treat the other person to dinner today, or rather, go on a date with them.

"You haven't forgotten you were going to treat me to dinner today, have you?"

"Of course, of course, I was just about to set off!"

"I found a veteran-themed beer hall, right here at Pioneer Square, 314 First Avenue."

"OK, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Logan drove to the address of the beer hall.

"It's just a date, it should be fine."

"She's not going to eat me."

He parked his car a short distance away and walked towards the beer hall, where Lucy was waiting at the entrance.

"Hey! Logan! Over here!"

Lucy wore a black fitted leather jacket, paired with skinny jeans and platform Doc Martens.

The waist and hip curves are absolutely stunning.

Her thick, long, black hair was slightly curled and draped to one side, revealing her fair neck.

Good afternoon, Lucy.

"Look at this store, I specially chose one with a veterans theme, I'm sure you'll love it."

Following Lucy's finger, Logan looked toward the beer hall.

It sits on the ground floor of an old red-brick building, a type of building commonly found in Pioneer Square.

The specially distressed black iron sign is printed with "Final Horn," and a Stars and Stripes flag is planted on each side of the gate.

There are also many wear marks similar to bullet holes along the edge of the door.

"It looks pretty good, let's go in and order."

Lucy took Logan's arm and walked inside.

Both of them tacitly agreed that this was a date.

"Squeak~"

The sound of the iron gate hinges attracted the attention of the guests; those who were drunk, those who were almost drunk, and those who weren't all sober all turned their gazes over.

Almost all of them were veterans; at every table, there was someone wearing a military uniform or with medals pinned to their chest.

And almost all of them were male.

It's not that there are no female veterans, but most of them are discharged from the military a few months after enlisting because of pregnancy, mostly due to sexual assault.

[Quest Obtained: Beer Hall]

[You and Ms. Lucy from the Department of Military Affairs arrived at the Veterans' Beer Hall, a place frequented by a large number of wounded veterans who spend their days drinking to alleviate their resentment and injustice, and to prepare for any potential situations.]

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

"However, it seems that the situation has already arisen."

For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat tense.

But soon, the group of alcoholics raised their glasses again and continued to immerse themselves in the numbing effects of alcohol.

The two found a seat by the window and sat down. Logan began to observe his surroundings as usual.

All the glass is frosted, so you can't see the inside from the outside.

On the wall opposite the tavern's main entrance, from left to right, hang the flags of the United States Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marine Corps.

Directly below is a memorial wall studded with dog tags, armbands, and photos.

Many of the tables, chairs, benches, and flower pots were made from other materials, and even the solid wood bar counter was covered in scratches.

Lucy noticed that Logan's attention wasn't on her, so she coughed twice and, as his gaze turned to her, took off her jacket, revealing her ample bosom.

This trick actually worked.

The snow-white abyss and Logan gazed at each other.

Until the waiter brought the menu.

"Ahem, let's order some food."

He coughed lightly twice to cover up his embarrassment.

"Give me a double beef burger and thick-cut fries, and a large glass of refreshing lager."

This liquor isn't very strong, and he didn't want drinking to affect his work in the afternoon.

Then he handed the menu to Lucy.

"A grilled chicken breast quinoa salad with some avocado, and for wine, a fruit-flavored sparkling wine made with black cherries and passion fruit."

The waiter noted down the dishes and returned to the counter.

"Speaking of which, Lucy, how's that application going?"

To avoid looking at Slaanesh, Logan had to start a conversation so he could look him in the eye.

"It'll go very smoothly, it should be approved within a week, but I guarantee it won't be issued next month."

Lucy ate the pretzels that the store gave her, her tongue constantly moving in and out of the seams.

He openly displayed his tongue skills.

I could never finish a pretzel.

Logan was quite uneasy watching this.

The other person's eyes never left him after he sat down, except when he was ordering food.

It was as if they wanted to devour him completely.

"This is a bit tricky..."

"I still have to work this afternoon, and I might even have to catch a black guy tonight, so I don't have time to think about these things."

Logan secretly used his [Hallucination Premonition] ability to see what might happen during the meal so he could prevent it in time.

Soon, the scene before my eyes was gradually shrouded in an illusory curtain.

It was a bed, with a pink ambient light on the bedside table, and clothes scattered all over the floor beside the bed.

On the bed, he and Lucy were demonstrating the process of procreation in various positions.

Decadent music accompanied this.

"grass!"

Fortunately, the hallucination was short-lived, lasting for less than three seconds, but the echo seemed to linger.

"Sleep with her! Sleep with her!"

The sound possessed an eerie allure, constantly urging the blood to rush downwards.

After his dual cardiovascular upgrades, his blood flow speed became extremely fast.

"Tzeentch! Have you been possessed by Slaanesh?"

Damn it!

To avoid losing control in public, Logan quickly released a small amount of [Slow Tide] to regulate his desires, while simultaneously releasing an appropriate amount of [Tired Tide] to quickly reduce his nerve activity.

I took deep breaths to adjust my mindset.

Only then could this instinct be suppressed.

In just over ten seconds, Lucy didn't notice anything amiss, assuming Logan was simply thinking.

For the next several tens of minutes, she continued to show herself off, but Logan, suppressed by the two waves of pus, had hardened his heart like iron.

The food and drinks were served, and the two chatted about interesting things in life, bringing their date to a close.

If Lucy weren't always thinking about Logan's body, it would be quite comfortable to be around her.

The promise is that the "slow-down" effect is regulating; Logan's drink didn't cause any noticeable effects, which is good because it wouldn't affect anything later.

However, the amount of fatigue was quite large, and even after some of it was relieved, he still felt his eyelids were somewhat heavy.

Left with no other choice, he could only release a small amount of "dryness" again to counteract his drowsiness and prevent himself from collapsing onto the steering wheel while driving.

The restlessness in his nerves roused him.

Lucy no longer repeatedly displays temptation, so there's no need to worry anymore.

Just then, a drunkard who had just finished using the restroom staggered out from Logan's side.

He caught a glimpse of Lucy's face.

Then he walked over here.

He steadied himself on the table and spoke indistinctly to Lucy:

"I...recognize you..."

Logan frowned and glanced at the drunkard.

"Is this such an outdated pickup line?"

"Does he just act crazy when he's drunk?"

Just as he was about to send the drunkard away, his keen eye for detail caught attention to the drunkard's expression.

That wasn't an outward manifestation of desire, but rather anger.

"You are the receptionist at the Veterans Resource Center..."

Why...didn't you give me my discharge pay?

An unexpected situation has arisen: this drunken retired Astronaut is extremely dissatisfied with the Department of Military Affairs. Under no circumstances should we allow him to harm Ms. Lucy; we must protect her personal safety.

[Bonus Reward: +20 Merit Points]