The concert runs loudly behind you as you sit on the bar counter, balancing the uneven stool, that trembles with the shakiness of the soil. The crowd thick, jumping within the rythm of the song. You don't even enjoy rock music that much, but you wanted to show Kunikuzushi how well off you were without him, after your 3rd breakup. 3rd time this month, and you swear it will be the last. The bartender slips you a glass of whiskey, its bitter smell fogging your senses as you bring the glass to your lips and take a light sip.

Tastes disgusting. You slip a cigarette out of your pocket and lights it up, bringing the cigar to your lips so the awful taste of alcohol would leave your throat. Taking a drag, the nicotine fills your lungs and soothe your nerves, until a voice from behind scatters your mood.

"Aren't you smoking too much?" Kunikuzushi muttered out, blurring the loud song of the show, and your ears can only focus on his wirds. He leans his elbow on the counter, and stares you down with an unreadable expression.