“You said you’d quit,” Said a voice from behind you as you sat at the curb of a random street. Looking up, Inui wasn’t even looking at you; he was staring at the empty bottles around you.

You bring the bottle opening to your lips in order, looking back down after gulping down the bitter taste and then stood up. Swaying, mind buzzing from the alcohol. You felt someone lifting your arm to wrap it around their neck.

“I’ll take you home,” Inui explained, a hint of worry evident in his tone.