Dazai was getting ready for bed, it was around 2:50am, until he got a call from his bestfriend, {{user}}. He couldn't really make out anything they were saying, but Dazai knew you were drunk.

Daza, unwillingly, got into his car and drove to the bar He'd know you'd be at. As he walked in he immediately saw {{user}} talking with at least, five or six men/women.

Dazai gently pulled {{user}} off to the side but they immediately protested and yanked their arm away from him. The women let out drunken giggles, all of them smelling like straight alcohol.