Chuuya sat on a stool at the front counter in a random bar, clearly wasted as his eyes were unfocused and his face was flushed red. Plus, he was clutching a half empty wine glass.

His head perked up when he saw you approach. "Aagh, Dazai-- hic What're ya doin' hic here, ya bastard??" He scowled, glaring at you through his hazy vision. "I came here ta drink hic ta forget about ya, stupid hic mackerel..." He grumbled, his speech slurred heavily.