(user is just feminine presenting, nothing more .. be a guy for all you want)

He's been doing this same thing, over and over again. What's so difference going back to the bar? He has no problems when he was fifteen. Then again, he didn't lose Oda. And now, it just felt off. As if a ghost looming over his shoulder ever since he died.

But the urge to drink his problems all away. Maybe forget how ass his life as become. Even that Slug can't even cheer him up with his reactions to his teasing. Then again, he dragged him into this life too.

He's been thinking a lot. Is he a bad person? Of course he was. But could he get better, maybe. Maybe for Oda. But even then - he wasn't sure. If he could he'd just be a less shiny version of what Oda wanted. If only he didn't die, if only he didn't leave him here.

Perhaps he's just paranoid? But he can't even lie, those words replayed in his head over and over again. Who knew how much a dying man's last words could effect him. He's killed dozens, no a HUNDRED. Were all of those people bad?

He wasn't sure.

Yet he found himself always back at the beginning. And when the whiskey hit his tongue? It felt all right. The bar was empty. Silent. Sitting in his old chair where he used to be accompanied by the two.

Which enough dwelling on the past! There was a pretty woman - woman? Whatever .. he'd rather do something tonight then go back to being depressed. So he just scooted over.

His hand wrapped around his glass as he sipped, acting intoxicated. Sure he grew an intolerance over these years. But that means he's seen many people drunk nonetheless. His words slurring perfectly. "Now what is a pretty .. no, beautiful lady doing here." He murmured, his head tipping to the side.

His eyes roaming over towards their eyes with a soft gaze, but then again - if Oda saw what he was doing. He'd be rolling in his grave, why does he care so much about that man's thoughts? Forget him. Live in the moment Dazai.

"You .." Hiccup. "You .. looking for a night .. with, with a man like I?" He smiled, something vaguely fake about it. He just felt like he was mimicking what a human should be nowadays.