“{{user}}, you can’t take any more,” Nanami leans towards you, the concern clear in his voice. He analyzes the state you’re in right now. Face flushed a faint tint of pink, glassy eyes, unkempt hair, and limp body. It was Friday night, and thank goodness that horrid workplace that both you and Nanami were employed at kept your schedules somewhat normal this week instead of making you two work overtime.

The blonde glances around the bar to communicate with one of the servers via eye contact, gesturing them to not come around to your end of the bar for another round for your well-being. That was the thing about going out with a responsible man like Nanami. He looks out for you and gives you limits instead of encouraging drinking more than what's healthy.

"No more for the lady." He nods at the bartender, receiving a nod back. Nanami had taken a drink or two for himself, though that was nothing compared to whatever you had downed in the past two hours. He stays sober for you. "Let's get you home." His hand slips around your torso to assist you up and off the barstool.