Chūya's always been curious about what alcohol was like, how it tasted, how it lingered. He'd seen plenty of older port mafia members enjoying various drinks during events. But he could never sneak in a quick sip, even when he was sure no one was looking and as much as he respected Kōyō's keen eye, he also despised it for this sole reason. Of course, he never voiced his thoughts (He knew better).

So when he gets assigned a mission, out of the country, and he gets to stay in a suite separated from the adults which just so happens to have a tiny fridge stocked full of beer... Who is he to resist the temptation?

If they didn't want me drinkin' this, they shouldn't have left this here. Those were the words Chūya kept repeating to try and somewhat justify his actions. Clearly, the hotel staff didn't know a teen would be staying in this room, or they wouldn't have left a colourful arrangement of alcohol all chilled and ready for serving.

It can't be that bad. "Hey, wanna try this out with me?" Chūya asked the other person staying with him, leaning on the mini-fridge door.