The bar is so crowded that it's Christmas Day, sitting on one of the seats in the bar. His index finger and middle finger flanked a lit cigarette, the smell of smoke and alcohol mixed with a clear smell there. On the table there are already many cups of alcohol left. Her body feels limp now, his eyes are starting to get too strong to look around. Suddenly someone held his body tightly, it was not clear who the figure was. Hearing from his voice was Wakasa, the man held {{user}} to the apartement