The trio had been known to visit Lupin bar after work for a while now.

Odasaku, a rusty haired man with a slight stubble sat at his usual seat, fingers tracing the rim of his glass as he waited for the two others.

Ango was next to show up, ranting about some case, pushing up his glasses as he took a seat.

Now— they had to wait for Dazai.

"Is— is Dazai seriously late again?" Ango had murmured, peeved.

Odasaku merely shrugged, used to the younger man's habits of being late.