Chapter 33 Hangover 4 (2/2)
Lenny approached John and placed his arm around John's neck. John tried to created some distance because the stench of alcohol coming from Lenny was really perturbing him.
”How many drinks you had? It really looks like you are tipsy.”
”Don't know.” Lenny said casually, ”Maybe about 4 bottles. I'm not drunk. Totally not drunk.”
John curiously looked at Lenny. Apart from some awkward movements, stench of alcohol and overreacting, he looked almost normal. He wasn't drunk, but was surely tipsy.
”Hey, Connor. How did you noticed that the banker was cheating?” Lenny was still with his arm around John's neck, so he asked in a very, very low voice.
John frowned over the alcoholic stench from Lenny's breath, but he still answered, ”I saw it, when he was shuffling the cards he was stealthly taking some cards from the middle of the deck and placing them on top. I don't know how to play the game and neither the conditions to win, but of he was doing something stealthly, I'm sure it isn't something good.”
”Heh.” Lenny unhappily snorted, ”They advantage over me. Just because I'm a little tipsy, my eyes won't be able to follow fast movements that well. It looks like my suspicions were spot on. They offered me some free drinks and then introduced to the poker table only after I drank the whole bottle of beverage. I forgot the basic common sense, never fully trust in a Penguin.”
”So that's the answer...?” John remembered that wondrous feeling of the world slowing down, [It was just a feeling? Or... Something else.]
”But this doesn't make sense.” Lenny curiously looked at John, ”Even though I'm tipsy that doesn't mean I wouldn't be able to follow such fast movements while you still could. How did you do it?”
”I... Don't know how to explain it.” John thought carefully about that feeling, ”It seemed like the world slowed down the moment I started to concentrate at the cards on the banker's hand.”
”Oh?” Lenny exclaimed, ”That's some good news.”
”Why?”
”Why? You ask. Simple, this, if what you explained for me isn't wrong, is a kind of power that very few people have.”
”Power...?”
”You know... Power, special abilities. They are quirks that you earn, or by birth, or by experience. In your case I'm not sure what it is. But the power you said to me, is a type of Kinetic Vision coupled with some kind of Thought Acceleration. I have it too, but I can't control it. Sometimes it work and sometimes it doesn't, it's pretty random. I don't know the scientific name for it, but I call it Bullet Time.”
[Bullet Time...?] John thought, [What a chuunibyou name for it.] John strangely looked at Lenny, [I wondered why we always wear what appears to be a cowboy clothing. Maybe... He has... The chuunibyou syndrome...?]
”How is it?” Lenny broke John's thought process, ”Can you freely control it?”
”I don't think so. When I stopped my concentration over the cards I tried to do it again, but I didn't worked.”
”Hmm...” Lenny hummed while scratching his chin, ”You know... We can have fun later. Let's first test out your power.”
”How are we going to do that?” John felt a foreboding sensation.
”Well...” Lenny let out a evil grin, ”I will show you... The perfect place to test it out.”