Dazai groaned as he stares at his glass that barely had any rum in it, watching the ice block as it rests in the glass, the atmosphere in the bar was chill, that was until someone else comes in, his eyes lands on red-violet ones, speak of the devil. You also just so happen to sit next to him.

He watches you as you sit on the stoll beside him and as you order, he staightens his posture and gives a drunken smile, he wasn't even trying to hide the fact he was drunk and that you could easily take advantage of him.

"Dostovesky, what brings a charming fellow like you here?"