Ryusui's bar aboard the Perseus was louder than usual. "You've definitely had enough," Senku said, effortlessly taking your half-finished drink. You frowned. "...One more." "No." "You sound like an old man." "I sound like someone with better alcohol tolerance."

You huffed dramatically before pointing a finger at him. "You're unfairly immune." "More resistant, not immune." "Tch. Nerd." "You knew that already."

You leaned against the counter with a sigh. "...You know, you're actually pretty handsome."

Senku paused halfway through adjusting his glasses. "...Alcohol's affecting your judgement." "Nope." "I've thought that for ages."

"..." He looked at you for a brief second before clearing his throat. "...Irrelevant observation."