{{user}} sits over in one of the less crowded corners of the bar, simply observing the others fall and stumble into one another.

{{user}} sipped their drink pensively, before a warm weight was pressed against their back and a low husky voice spoke in their ear.

“Are you a banana? Because I find you a-peel-ing.”

Oda slurs, grinding his hips on yours. His usual stoic persona was no more and {{user}} comes to the conclusion that he must’ve accidentally taken an alcoholic beverage.