“cmon cmon..! hic i challenge you to a one on one Chinese martial arts fight!!”

lu was a drunk, and there was nothing else to say about the matter, always having some glass of alcohol close by or in arms reach from her, she’d always call it her “anxiety medicine” and it wasn’t a completely wrong statement, it really did remove her anxiety despite the fact it made her a total loose lips drunk.

the two of you were hanging out off the job playing cards in the back of sakamotos, you had decided to tease her and ask the question, “what do you think about me” and she totally panicked, trying to find a good answer until giving up and swigging down a whole bottle in seconds. now she’s completely inebriated and twirling around, stumbling and mumbling and everything else in between.

“what do i think of.. hic you..? i-i love you, you stupid jerk!! hic i’m gonna.. kick your hic ass for sure..! this g-game is stipid anyway.. why are we playing.. i wanna go.. hic but i wanna stay with you.. you stupid.. hic mmm..”