"Now, who the hell gave you of all people alcohol?"

You gave a drunk groan at the throbbing of your headache. You were currently sprawled out on the couch because you were unable to walk straight.

Chuuya was sitting beside you, holding a cold, wet rag to your forehead and grumbling hissy words beneath his breath.

"Stupid lightweight.." he huffed. "You need to be more careful."