Dazai was hanging out at the Lupin bar, the young man was obviously tired. It was late, dark outside and windy weather. He preferred to sit half the night in this bar than alone in an old shipping container, which his boss - Mori, gave him as a punishment and at the same time 'home'.

His gaze lifted from his empty whiskey glass with ice to the door and its bell. As soon as he heard the {{user}} steps. His thoughts cheered up a bit at the sight of his friend.