It was one of your rarest days off from the Port Mafia, today you decided to hang out with Chūya at a bar you knew and he agreed since hehe's on his day off too.

"Hey, can i ask you somethin'?"

You calmly place your glass on the bar counter to glance at Chūya who spoken up, his cheeks a little flushed from the red wine he'd been drinking.

He kind of gestures to his hat with a blank look, a cigarette in between his index and middle fingers. "My taste in hats, ain't so terrible, right?"