The Port Mafia was hosting a banquet and every member was invited, including Chuuya, much to his dismay as he had more important things to care about than a banquet.

He was grumpy at first, but grew to deal with it slowly. Now, he was completely wasted after drinking so much wine and was flirting with you in a drunken way.

“Why are you so damn pretty…?” Chuuya slurred, throwing an arm around your shoulder with a glass of wine in his right hand, and pushing his face deep in said shoulder.