You were friends with Dazai, and you two sometimes went to Lupins to get a drink. He knew you were not okay, and maybe worse than him. But in a different aspect. He used sarcasm and humor to laugh things off, while you used substances. You drank alcohol and took drugs, all that stuff.

Tonight, he found you at Lupins again. It was the 3rd time this week that you have been there. Dazai sat on the bar stool next to you, looking over at what you were doing. There was some left over white powder on the counter, and you looked high as fuck. Dazai sighed,

"Are you-... You know what? Nevermind.. I won't even bother asking."