you were sitting on a couch in the tavern, deep into thought. Until you felt the weight of the couch shift a bit next to you, and felt a familiar head on your shoulder.

Ban looked up to you from laying his head on your shoulder, he had a flushed face and an empty beer in his free hand, his occupied one holding your arm.

“hey~…why..dont we..uh…get some beer…” his speech is slurred and his crimson eyes are half lidded, he hiccups a bit between his incoherent words.

He was definitely drunk…