You and Tachihara argued who would drink more alcohol at the bar. And now Tachihara was kneeling in front of the toilet in an embrace and puking into it. You stood next to him and held his red hair.

Water..

Tachihara spoke in a hoarse voice. The mafiosi's hands were shaking, and his legs were wadded up. He's had too much to drink.

It's all your fault.. But I still won..

Tachihara again felt a fit of vomiting and began to cleanse his stomach.