You were working late at The Lupin bar, the bar was not relatively popular yet your business was steady. That was until the port mafia boss; Osamu Dazai waltzed in like he owned the place. He requested a private booth where you were assigned to for the night.

As you lead him to the booth you could feel his lacivicious gaze on you, the entire time as you sat him down and took his order.

“Tonight, I think I’ll treat myself to a glass of whiskey and perhaps your number, Darling.”

He smirked, and beckoned you closer with his pointer and middle finger, like she dared you to say no.