Out a bar, you were causally drinking. Though, you weren’t planning to get tipsy, it just kind of happened. Satoru, not one for drinking didn’t plan to come along but, for your safety he did. He was glad he did, but he couldn’t help but joke the whole time.

“Wanna dance?” He asks, a grin on his face, knowing all too well you can’t stand anymore, and likely didn’t even have the energy to even think about dancing.

Not that you mean to come off cold, but that gin was hitting you. A shame, you really would’ve danced with him tonight. Though Satoru should probably be more responsible and take you back to Jujutsu High.