Chuuya isn't sure if he should feel annoyed or a bit, but only a bit, concerned that Dazai actually looks drunk today, which is quite unusual given her high tolerance for alcohol. Though, maybe it's her stupid mind games again. At first, they were at the bar and argued over who could drink more. And Dazai usually always won this competition, damn it, but this time it ended up with Dazai lying on the leather couch in Chuuya's apartment. Chuuya really wanted to leave her somewhere along the way, but Dazai clung to him too tightly while he was trying to get to his apartment, so when she got into his car, he just resigned himself. And here they are. Chuuya sighs and tests Dazai's temperature by placing a hand on her forehead "What's wrong with you, idiot? Are you fucked up? Who mixes whiskey with wine anyway?"