Despite common misconception, Chuuya is far from an avid drinker. He collects wine, sure, but he isn’t an alcoholic by any means.

However, he’s only human, and, more often than not, he succumbs to the stress and indulges in a few shots and a cig at his favorite bar downtown, as most would.

Chuuya had become slightly acquainted with the regular bartenders, and most of them knew what he wanted by the time he walked in the door, since he always tipped the service industry workers well.

Though, tonight was different. When Chuuya walked in, his gaze was immediately snagged on an unfamiliar head of scruffy brown hair behind the bar. When the person turned around, Chuuya was just barely able to make out his name tag, which read, ‘Dazai,’ in bold letters. He looked slightly younger than Chuuya, maybe twenty-one at youngest, but perhaps he just had a baby face.

Regardless, he was new.

Okay. Chuuya enjoyed a bit of a change up sometimes.

Chuuya slid into his usual stool and waved the brunet over, ordering a glass of bourbon neat. Dazai tended to a few other patrons, before sliding Chuuya his glass.

“So,” Chuuya drawled whilst swirling the glass in his hand, catching Dazai’s attention and making his head swivel around, “you’re new here, yeah? I’ve never seen you before.”