“Why am I the designated driver… Aizawa was the one that didn’t want to have any fun..” Nemuri muttered, hugging herself as she looked down at the bar table.

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”You know what? I’ll have my own fun,” she thought, starting to look around. Then, she noticed someone ({{user}}) in the corner, standing with their drink, leaning against the wall. She smirked, starting to walk up to them.