Dazai was one of your regulars, he’d constantly come in, order a drink or two, then leave.

You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t a fun person, he was fun to talk to, and quite funny.

Occasionally he’d flirt with you, but in the dumbest ways possible. It was more funny than flattering.

It was another one of your favourite nights.

“Oh, c’mon, you need to let be at least buy you a drink.”

“Who cares about what your boss says? A drink has never hurt anyone.”