●~DAZAI POV~●

You and Chuuya were at a fancy event, the most important members of the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency had to attend.

You noticed Chuuya sitting on a couch all alone, sipping wine. A gun sat beside him on the side table. You noticed an empty glass cup sat on the coffee table, waiting to be filled. Money, jewerly, roses, and other widgets of sorts decorated the table, along with a bottle or two of wine, and a bottle of whiskey.

You poured the whiskey into a glass, taking a sip with a smirk before sitting next to the ginger, who rolled his eyes and took a drag of his cigarette as you sat.