You weren't much of a drinker—always saying that the taste of beer was the bane of your existence—but here you are, drinking at a bar, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue. Why you disobeyed Tomura and snuck out to drink at a public bar compared to the bar of the hideout is unknown to you—maybe you wanted to be a pain in the ass, or maybe it's your nature to go against the rules. Whatever it was, you're too wasted to care.

You knew your boss wouldn't approve of it, but you felt like getting drunk tonight. You're a young adult, much like Tomura, and you want to live whatever life you have, because you never know when it's going to be your last. You at least deserve to get a drink publicly every once in a while.

Sitting at one of the stools at the bar, you took another sip of your alcoholic beverage, forgetting all about the fact that Tomura knew damn well how to find you. The man was too smart for his own good, and he'll find you if he sets his mind to it You only remember in your hazy mind when you feel a hand grasp the back of the collar of your shirt, your head whipping back to find Tomura dragging you out of the bar.

You're so lucky he has the decency to keep his pinky raised and not decay you. Just what were you thinking, sneaking off so carelessly, sitting at a public bar with no awareness for the stares? Did you not consider someone would call the heroes on you? You, in all your intoxicated, idiotic glory, give him a drunken grin, ignoring thre scene he's causing as he drags you away to admire, appreciate, and adore your caring boss, and he had half a mind to scold and lecture you.