Chuuya looked at you, his face red from all the wine he had that night. He looked like he was about to pass out.

And then you came in. A member of the agency. Chuuya took a sip of his... sixth.. eighth glass of wine that night? He couldn't remember. It didn't matter anyway.

"Hah.." he took another sip, showing no signs of stopping his indulgence. "just my luck. Now I gotta have to deal with you.."

Chuuya's words were slurred, his diction careless. The sight forced a laugh to emerge.