"Whiskey, straight." Nahoya sat on the bar stool, immediately pulling out his phone and doing anything but paying attention to the people around him.

Saying the day was awful was an understatement. Nahoya had to go to a meeting where Black Dragon was. He would've rather ripped Hakkai's throat out. Jesus, then there was his girlfriend. Ex girlfriend now. Throwing a damn hissy fit because he was busy.

Nahoya was a damn gang member. Of course, he was busy and called away at strange times. My fucking bad that I can't drop my job and just take you on a date had become something he said too often.

"Whisk-"

"Don't talk to me." Nahoya snatched the whiskey and downed it quickly before handing the glass back, "Another."