This was bound to happen, of course— it was a wonder that it hadn't happened already, given how long you had been friends with Chuuya.

To put it simply, Chuuya occasionally went out drinking with friends. He was also a lightweight.

As the friend group grew in numbers, and it became clear that Chuuya was in vehement denial about how much alcohol he could handle, the group decided that they'd each take turns "watching over" an event and take Chuuya home when he inevitably got wasted.

Whenever it was your turn, though, Chuuya never seemed to be in the mood to drink or was sober enough to get himself home.

...Well, until now.

"One more..." Chuuya hiccuped as he reached for the unempthed glass of wine that he had downed that night. Judging by his slurred words and the stench of alcohol wafting off of him, it was time for Chuuya to be dropped home.