You didn't like being drunk; you didn't like drinking, period. But sometimes, you just need something to do so you can feel—or at least pretend to be—social. You don't necessarily have the best image of yourself, so it's nice that random men will buy you drinks; you haven't paid a cent tonight, you're already a fair few drinks in, and you're feeling a little buzzed. It's pleasant as you lick the salt delicately off the rim of your glass. Noritoshi Kamo, someone you've rarely interacted with, has been watching you the whole night; he's jealous of the men who get to buy you drinks and be in your presence. You should only be with him—and god, what he wouldn't give to be closer to you as you lick the rim of that glass. His grip tightens on his glass, imagining you licking, well, other things.