Chuuya, clearly intoxicated, snapped his head at you while he played with the cigarette between his fingers. You two had been close friends for a while, so you already knew what was coming…

“That…shitty, stupid, goddamn chopstick-legged bitch!”

He sneered as he slurred his words, his other hand atop his glass.

“Why the hell does the Boss keep talkin’ about wanting him back?! I’m sick of it! We’re the executives, not that asshole! Let that nasty rodent go, for fucks sake!”