Getting a Technology System in Modern Day

Chapter 113 A Day In The Life Of John

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In deep contemplation, John could be seen lounged bare-chested on the hotel room balcony, his gaze fixed upon the sky.

As a gentle breeze caressed him, the drapes that concealed the entrance to the hotel room's balcony fluttered, unveiling two peacefully slumbering beautiful women. Their naked bodies spoke of the shared intimacy they had experienced mere hours ago—a tale known only to them and destined to remain a secret held by the confines of the room and the whispers of the bedsheet. 

Their story, untold to the world, unless disclosed by those who partook in its clandestine embrace.

As for the contemplating John, his thoughts wandered towards the events that transpired after his recovery.

"What should I do now?" he pondered silently. In the past three weeks, he had indulged in all the activities he had yearned to experience during his injury-induced confinement, leaving no stone unturned.

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Three weeks ago

A day after Aron healed him, he wasted no time and headed straight to a bar, craving a momentary escape. Upon his arrival, he confidently placed an order for his beloved drink and settled in, waiting for its arrival.

As the waiter gracefully presented him with his drink, he found himself captivated by her beauty. In a moment of impulsiveness, he hastily grasped the beer glass with his hand, eager to quench his thirst without delay.

"CRACK!" The glass shattered and splintered as a consequence of his inadvertently exerted, newfound strength, amplified after his recovery.

"Wow," they both exclaimed in genuine surprise and astonishment, their voices intertwining.

"This is the first time I've witnessed someone shatter a glass just by holding it," the waitress remarked, her awe evident as she expressed her amazement towards him.

"Seems like the glass had a pre-existing crack, and my slightly firmer grip must have been the trigger for its breakage," John said, attempting to shift the focus away from his augmented strength and attributing the incident to an alternate cause.

"I really don't think so" the waitress responded, her tone reflecting deep contemplation as she pondered the glass's condition before its demise.

"Do you genuinely believe I appear strong enough to shatter a glass with just one hand?" John inquired, employing a touch of logic in an attempt to reason with her.

"Now that you put it that way, it does indeed seem highly implausible," the waitress replied, placing a finger on her lips. She was fascinated by what she saw from the glimpse of his well-toned physique when he asked her to look at his body to see if he has a body with the strength to break a glass with one hand.

"I'm John, John Watcher, by the way," John introduced himself with a friendly smile, utilizing the new name bestowed upon him by Aron. He extended his hand, offering a handshake as a gesture of goodwill. 

Although his first name remained unchanged for the sake of familiarity, his middle and last names had been altered.

"I'm Aurora, Aurora Nolan," she reciprocated, introducing herself with a warm smile as she firmly shook his extended hand.

"Nice to meet you," she said, her enchanting smile revealing a set of immaculate, pearly-white teeth. John couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, momentarily transfixed by her radiant charm.

"Nice to meet you too. Could I perhaps have a fresh drink? Judging by the state of the previous one, it doesn't seem easy to consume," John remarked with a touch of sarcasm, eliciting a hearty laugh from Aurora.

"Yes, sir, I was actually about to bring you a fresh one, but it appears you'll need to visit the restroom," she pointed out, gesturing towards his trousers now dampened by the drink that had spilled onto him after he shattered the glass.

"Ah, yes, where can I find the restroom?" John inquired, accompanied by a light chuckle. The realization dawned upon him that he had become so enthralled by Aurora's beauty when she initially served the drink that he had momentarily forgotten about his damp trousers resulting from the spilled beer.

"It's over there," Aurora replied, gracefully pointing in the direction of the restroom, indicating where John could find it.

"Thank you," John expressed his gratitude, before rising from his seat and making his way towards the restroom to attend to his damp trousers.

"You're welcome," Aurora replied, her gaze lingering on the sculpted back of John's physique before she turned away to retrieve his fresh drink.

Upon his return from the restroom, John discovered that Aurora had already placed his drink on the table, carefully covering it with a cup lid. She had also diligently wiped away any traces of the spilled beer, ensuring a clean and tidy surface before she returned to continue doing her job.

Taking his seat once again, John indulged in his drink, relishing each sip as if it had been an eternity since he last savored its taste. With every sip, he immersed himself in the flavors, savoring the beverage until he eventually reached the bottom of the glass.

Upon finishing his drink, John called for a waiter, and a different member of the staff, not Aurora, responded to his call and came over to attend to him.

Slightly disappointed, he proceeded to order another glass of the same drink he had been enjoying.

Having consumed over ten glasses of the drink without feeling the slightest hint of intoxication, he mused to himself, "I'm not sure what Sir Aron did to me, but I must say, I'm thoroughly enjoying this new body of mine."

Sensing that he was impervious to intoxication, save for the persistent urge to relieve himself, he made the decision to leverage his rejuvenated appearance and youthful physique. Determined to revel in the pleasures he had been deprived of in the past, he resolved to visit a nightclub and indulge in an evening of entertainment and enjoyment that had long been inaccessible to him.

He rose from his seat and made his way towards the bar counter to settle his bill for the drinks he had consumed, eager to conclude his time at the establishment and embark on his journey to the nightclub.

"Weren't you serving just moments ago?" he asked, surprised to find Aurora stationed at the POS machine, processing payments.

"My friend who was supposed to be here went to the washroom, so I'm filling in for her until she returns," Aurora explained, maintaining her professional demeanor as she continued to handle the transactions.

"Ooh, alright then, how much do I owe?" John inquired, wanting to know the amount he needed to settle for his drinks.

"Let me check," Aurora replied, inputting the table number John had occupied to access the total amount due for his tab.

"That will be $74," Aurora stated, having glanced at the POS machine. "How would you like to make the payment?" she inquired, ready to assist John with his chosen method of payment.

"Card," he replied, reaching into his wallet and retrieving a card to complete the payment transaction.

"Tip?" she inquired, politely asking if he would like to add a gratuity to the transaction.

"35%," he replied

"Please swipe here," Aurora requested, having already factored in the 35% tip, ensuring it was included in the transaction.

"Shouldn't you be a bit more intoxicated? The machine shows ten glasses ordered at your table, yet you seem perfectly fine. Did you happen to spill the other nine glasses as well?" Aurora asked jokingly.

Smiling, he responded, "I actually consumed all of them. I consider myself quite the heavy drinker," subtly boasting about his capacity for alcohol.

"Wow," Aurora remarked flirtatiously, a playful glimmer in her eyes. Swiftly recovering her composure, she said, "Here is your receipt."as she handed him the receipts.

"When will you be finished here?" he asked, taking a leap of faith, hoping to extend their interaction beyond the confines of the establishment.

"In about thirty minutes, why?" Aurora replied, her smile growing as she entertained the question.

"Once you're finished, are you free? I'd like to invite you to join me in embracing the night," John proposed, his interest evident as he eagerly awaited her response.

"Unfortunately, I won't be available as I have plans to spend time with a friend," Aurora responded, her tone apologetic yet firm.

"That's unfortunate," John said with a hint of disappointment, and then he began to make his way towards the exit, accepting the reality of the situation.

"But you could join us if she agrees," she interjected as she noticed him preparing to leave, offering him an alternative possibility if her friend was amenable to the idea.

"That works too," he replied, his disappointment fading as he considered the alternative possibility presented by Aurora.

"Sure, can I have your phone number so I can reach out to you if she agrees?" she inquired, her eyes shining with anticipation upon witnessing his positive response.

"My number is..." John began, providing Aurora with his contact information for her to reach out to him.

Aurora quickly typed John's number, saving it in her phone. Without hesitation, she dialed the number and promptly ended the call as soon as it connected. With a playful smile, she revealed, "That's my number."

"See you later, then," John bid her farewell with a nod and a smile, before promptly departing from the bar, heading towards the nightclub to embrace the night and enjoy the moments of his life.