"I'm cutting you off, who should I call to come get you?" The bartender said, looking up at the wasted executive.

Chuuya thought, drunk and dazed as he sat at the bar, who should he call? Akutagawa? Kouyou? Before he knew it, he his head was in his arms, the coolness of the bar on his cheek. A slight tap was on his shoulder. As he turned he saw his ex-partner, the idiot, the makeral, the waste of bandages Dazai Osamu....oh god...why did he choose to call him? He had his usual teasing smirk; his stupid, small, idiotic...smirk...

Dazai smirked, hand on Chuuya's shoulder "Well, well, look who it is~"