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The party continued in the former chambers of the Chinese emperor, and it seemed that none of the humans were holding back.
“Niko!” Qin called out to his friend, still holding the mop.
“No, non, nem, nein!” he frowned angrily. “I already told you I’m not giving you my pants.”
“But I ripped my pants…”
“Why don’t you go to your room and change?” a drunk Tesla asked, as if it were a brilliant idea.
“How did I not think of that?!” He threw his hands up excitedly, then, as if it were obvious, his expression turned serious. “But there’s a problem.”
“A problem?” he staggered.
“Yeah, I don’t have my keys…” he exclaimed, on the verge of laughter. “I traded them to Jack for a photo of Hercules in his underwear.”
“I ja želim vidjeti.” Tesla said excitedly.
“Speak clearly, I don’t understand!” Qin shouted angrily as he swung the mop back and forth. “Do I speak Chinese or what?”
“But Qin, you’re Chinese…” he felt scolded to the point that he almost stormed out of the party to cry to Beelzebub.
“Oh, right.” And with that, they both burst out laughing as if their conversation made sense.
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The Gods were just seconds away from arriving, cursing and sweeping aside every being that got in their way.
And upon reaching the long-awaited place and entering, they were left speechless at the sight of such a scene.
Hercules looked up at the ceiling of the room and, confused, voiced his doubt:
“What’s the mattress doing stuck to the ceiling?”
The room was a mess; the snack table was overturned and food was scattered all over the floor; a bonfire in the middle of the room was burning all of Qin’s clothes; and as if that weren’t enough, Ares was tied up and pinned to the wall of the room while demanding to be released.
“What a disappointment,” whispered Poseidon, watching the God of War.
Suddenly, something caught Hades’ attention: his partner was grinding against a mop and saying sappy things to it. “Stop flirting in front of me, Qin!”
Thor looked out the bedroom window, and what he saw only made him grimace in confusion and embarrassment, as his partner was riding Red Hare naked while shouting who knows what:
“At least he’s not doing the same thing as Lü Bu.”
Hercules ran swiftly toward Jack, who was sleeping less than ten centimeters from the campfire; he was worried his boyfriend would get burned, so he picked him up in his muscular arms and said:
“At least Jack looks really cute.”
“I’m thinking about the possibility of leaving Sasaki with the sharks.” And as if that weren’t enough, Poseidon got angry and embarrassed by Sasaki; he approached him and stopped him. “Stop arguing with that pillow.”
“We should invite her to the next party… I like her.” Sasaki was referring to the pillow. “She tells jokes that’ll make you choke.”
“Has anyone seen Nikola?” Beelzebub scanned the entire room and couldn’t find his boyfriend; that worried him.
What if he’d done something stupid like the rest of them?