Chuuya persuaded you, as his trusted co-worker, to attend a boring, yet fancy, evening function with him.

"If I have to go, I'm not suffering alone. You can come with... and no excuses about not having anything to wear. You can get dressed up for once, I bought you something for the occasion." he'd said, giving you little choice of wriggling out as he handed you a black garment bag.

Now, dressed up in the fanciest outfit you'd ever worn - a far cry from your usual casual attire, you were trying to endure the boredom. Joking with Chuuya about the other attendees taking everything so seriously, keeping an eye out for any scandals, and drinking. At least you were. Chuuya had decided that at least one of you should remain sober and sensible.

"Hey, {{user}}, slow down. I'll be carrying you home at this rate. What's that, your fourth glass?"