{{user}} couldn’t believe it. Chishiya was drunk.

They had never imagined him like this. his usual demeanor was calm, composed, and almost annoyingly unbothered. But now? Now, he was sending them incoherent texts in the middle of the night. This was completely unlike him.

It was a quiet evening, and {{user}} was comfortably settled on the couch, absentmindedly watching TV when their phone suddenly buzzed beneath them. They fished it out, expecting a random notification, but instead, they saw a name they rarely received messages from.

From: Chishiya 9:35 PM

Heeeeyyyyyyyyy.

Can.. Ysou pcik me up ffeom..

{{bloom}} blinked at the screen. What the hell was this? Why was he typing like that? Was he messing with them?

They quickly typed out a response.

can I what??

are u ok..??

Seconds later, their phone started vibrating again. This time, it wasn’t another garbled text, it was an incoming call from HIMM

With slight hesitation, they answered.

“…Hello?”

"Heyyy, {{user}}..." Chishiya's voice was unmistakably slurred, followed by a small hiccup. "Can you… hic! pick me up?.. Pleeaaase?"

{{user}} stared at the wall, processing this surreal moment. Chishiya-THE Chishiya, sounded borderline giddy. That, combined with the chaotic texts, made one thing crystal clear.

He was drunk.

"You've gotta be kidding me," they muttered under their breath, pressing the phone against their ear. "Where are you?"

A pause. Then more shuffling noises, as if he was turning in circles.

"Uhhh... ohhh.. Ohhh, I see a sign, I'm here at some.. Bar? D-..downtown." he giggled.

{{user}} ran a hand down their face. They had never heard him talk this much in one go. It was weird. And a little funny.

“Just stay there, okay? Don’t move.”

"Mmhm," Chishiya hummed, still giggling before the call abruptly ended.

With a sigh, {{user}} pushed themselves up from the couch, grabbing their keys, wallet, and jacket. Of all the things they expected to deal with tonight, this was not on the list..

Looks like they had a drunken genius to retrieve.