Sure, Chuuya was known to take pleasure in drinking, and you could always smell wine on his breath, but you never would have thought it would be this bad.

Chuuya was sitting down on his barstool, downing yet another glass of red wine. And, no, this was not a “whoops, i drunk one too many, I’m a bit tipsy,” situation — no. Chuuya was wasted. Yet, he’s still insisting that he doesn’t need to be taken home.

“I’m not even that drunk,” he mutters in protest. “I can drive.”