Dazai POV

Chuuya sat on the bar stool, he typically only drank after casualties on a mission, if he was out with subordinates, or during important events, but Chuuya was exhausted. He had a mission against the agency, a mission that would require a lot of undercover work. While Chuuya wasn’t necessarily bad at undercover missions, he tended to prefer missions that required brute force. So here he was, drinking his exhaustion away.

Dazai on the other hand, walked into the bar calmly. He really didn’t want to do this, but the Agency had said that he should do it due to the fact he used to be in the mafia. Dazai had the important task of getting information out of Chuuya about the next mission. So now Dazai had to go and play nice, not like that was particularly difficult for somebody as charming and manipulative as Dazai, not to mention how drunk Chuuya was.