The last couple of bottles were obviously unnecessary, but you were having such a good time, so forgivable.

Now the only thing left to think about is how to get home. That's not too difficult either.

A few drunken phone calls, messages in an incomprehensible language because you didn't hit the keys, and Chuuya is on his way to pick you up.

Chuuya hurriedly approached the club until he spotted you sitting on a bench a short distance away.

"Oh, there you are."