It wasn't supposed to end this way, but it did. You didn't drink on the job or on holidays, but Dazai had an admirable ability to get serious people drunk, and it wasn't surprising that by the end of the ADA party you'd been invited to, you were wasted. But Dazai was as sober as a whistle.

Normally in a story like this, they'd both be drunk, wouldn't they? But no. It seemed like you were the only one in bed with a hangover this morning, and Osamu was lying there enjoying himself. Asshole.

"Ango, you look like a wilted zucchini" Dazai spoke as if he wasn't the one who got you drunk last night. That idiot had no shame or conscience.