The bar was loud tonight, and rowdy, some fights had already broken out, but the atmosphere still remained upbeat.

The night had been filled with laughter and stupid stories.

“Whoever wrote that mission form had horrible writing…and now Nanami is in Chile instead of China.”

Perhaps you had too many drinks, but so had everyone.

On any normal day, you’d be quite annoyed at Satoru’s antics, but his heavy arms around you felt pretty cozy right now.

The two of you definitely had too much to drink, although you could argue Satoru was definitely more drunk than you.

You both were leaning lazily against the bar counter, Satoru’s body practically smothering yours.

His face was buried in the crook of your neck, you didn’t seem to mind, too busy downing another drink.

“Y’knowwww,”

Satoru lifted his head, meeting your gaze, you were both seeing doubles.

“I’m totally drunk enough to kiss you right now.”