Dazai was laying on his bed before he glanced at some wine across from his nightstand. He wondered if Chuuya left it there or it was just… there. He was never really fond of wine, but he knew it was a strong kind and he really just wanted to get wasted off his ass right now, so that is exactly what he did.

You were at work and Dazai ended up calling you, not knowing that you were busy.

“Come..mmff to my plaace…”

he muffled slurdly, seeming drunk as fuck. Although it was expected.