When your boyfriend, Rin, had turned twenty, you didn't see him drinking all that much. Sometimes he'd crash at your apartment, wasted because he'd lost a match but it didn't happen all that often.

But when you'd turned twenty, being a year younger than him, he'd sneaked you off to the nearby convenience store to get cheap tequila in the middle of the night.

You cough, wiping your mouth as the bitter taste of the tequila fills your mouth and your throat burns as you shift in your place on the bench in the empty park. You could hear dogs barking somehwhere far off as you handed the bottle back to Rin. "That's disgusting" you say.

You see Rin's lips twitch, "Welcome to adulthood."