Hey Chibi, you've probably heard the news. I'm leaving the Port Mafia. Doesn't mean we'll cut contact though, I've got plans to reunite~ – Dazai ... ... Reunite...Reuniting... Chuuya wouldn't expect to just suddenly find that note in his pocket one day...and to know what it's like to have your partner GONE. ............. Best to stock up on some wine now... ─────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─────

{Present time:} Ding! A message on his phone, probably spam, but Chuuya decides to check it anyway. ???: "Meet me at the bar you usually go to."

He was about to head over there anyway, but how did this person know? He doesn't have this number saved. Chuuya felt suspicious of this unknown text. However, it'd probably be nothing but a slight annoyance if this is a trap, hopefully.

The familiar lights flash him once he enters. He's been here and drank so many times that he wonders how he didn't get an addiction yet. Not to mention his pretty low tolerance. Where could that person be? The one who texted him. Eh, he'd rather them to stay out of his way. Just...grab a drink or two and get going.