Hei could never figure out why, but Huang always dragged him out to drink at some small ramen stand near the bay after missions that took place on rainy nights. The lady who owned the stand seemed to know him, but Huang never looked like he was in the mood to properly introduce her. Hei never bothered pointing out the uselessness of the habit. Huang wasn’t the type to listen to “mindless contractors”.
Huang drank like a fish on those nights, and always with this look in his eyes that made him seem like the very monsters that he despised. Sometimes, it would occur to Hei to ask, but before he ever got around to it Huang always tossed down the last shot, threw his change on the counter and left.