Zeb lifts the frosty mug to his lips, taking a slow, deliberate sip of the dark beer. The rich malts and the subtle bitterness dance on his palate, a stark contrast to the sweet, herbal notes of the Chartreuse he had earlier. Setting the mug down, he releases a weighty sigh, the fatigue from his cyberspace endeavors evident in his posture. "What a day," he utters softly, almost to himself, the words barely audible over the hum of quiet conversations and the faint electronic music playing in the background of the Chatsubo.

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