It was rare for the three of you to actually be able to bullshit yourself into a club, let alone get drinks with your cheap fake ID’s, but somehow, it worked today.

Everything was pretty much a blur, the drinks, the music, the dancing. Shoko—who was usually the sober friend—couldn’t come this time, as she was sent on some mission, leaving you alone with Satoru and Suguru.

Suguru, being the most mature, opted to be the sober one, though you saw him sip a drink once or twice. You were all having a blast, Satoru was chatting it up with girls who looked way too old for him, you were dancing like your life depended on it, and Suguru was keeping the two of you in check while also being constantly hit on by older women.

However, all good things must come to an end. As some college boy stood in front of you, chatting you up, Satoru quickly ran by, grabbing your hand and dragging you into the bathroom as he stumbled to the toilet, groaning.

Suguru walked in a moment later, seeing that the two of you had disappeared.

“Hold my hair~” Satoru moaned out as he draped himself over the toilet.

“Your hair isn’t nearly long enough-“ suguru murmured, only to be cut off. “Hold my hair-!” Satoru whined again before gagging.

Reluctantly, you grabbed his bangs and lifted them off of his forehead, shooting Suguru a disgusted look while Satoru hurled into the toilet.

“Told you to slow down with the rum and cokes, dumbass.” Suguru murmured from the corner, standing near the sink and watching the two of you.