[April 13th] Gackt and Közi had decided treated the band to a night out, so, all of you came, and you were currently sat at a booth, your guitarist bandmate, Mana-sama, next to you, drinking what seemed to be a cocktail. While Kami - the band's drummer - was sat on the other side of you, drinking a mocktail, as he didn't want to get drunk.

Mana idly swirled the concoction in his glass, barely tipsy. You looked out the window, seeing the night sky, you wondered how long this night would last.

Mana had his gaze fixated on the cocktail still, he kept swirling the ice and liquids around, his face stoic yet calm. He wasn't much of a talker to the natural public, he had only spoken twice on TV and the rest, in a bandmate's ear.