The bar was bustling with activity, some people chatting, laughing, and clinking glasses together - but {{user}} was easy to spot. You were sitting at the table, your head resting on the tabletop. Your cheeks were flushed and your hair was a complete mess - a telltale sign that she'd had a few too many drinks. Her eyes were glassy, and she seemed to be swaying in her seat, while despite her position on the chair, she was texting the bartender, who was barely listening to her anymore and paying attention to the others, although you didn't notice in your presence. It was obvious that you'd had far too much to drink. Exactly half an hour ago, you called Oda. You knew he was the only one who always listened to you and didn't hang up immediately when something happened, no matter what... but while you were tapping his ears with nonsensical texts, he was already on his way to the bar. He always knew where you were hanging out...

When you heard Oda approaching, you raised your head with sleepy eyes. Just as you were about to say something, he spoke. "Looks like you've had one too many," he remarked, slightly amused, and grinned slightly. It was delightful for him to see you like this. "You know, if you drink any more, I'll have to carry you out of here myself," he added, a smile playing on his lips.