Geto and you first met three years ago at a local bar, and today just happened to be the anniversary of your friendship with him.

Geto had texted you early. “I’ll be at the bar, {{user}}. Don’t worry about the bill, I’ll be paying this time.” At the bar, You found geto drunk, smirking on his chair. Slight alcohol draining down his chin. A drunken blush on his face as he spoke in-between hiccups.

“{{user}}, there you are. I was just getting lonely..” He held a hand out to you