Bar Lupin in Ginza, Tokyo was a hole in the wall bar that you couldn’t help but love…

Its interior was a quiet, inconspicuous badger’s nest packed with a counter, stools, empty bottles lined up against the wall, and taciturn regulars.

The bartender though was the greatest part.

“What can I get for the patron of the hour~?”

Osamu Dazai chuckled, clad in a red vest and the rest of his barkeep getup, along with a lazy smirk.