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“Hey, it’ll be alright, man. He’ll come around,” Okuyasu said with a small frown, watching as his best friend and the lead singer of his band drank straight from the bottle of vodka in his hands. Josuke had just gone through a rough break up with some famous mangaka, after dating for quite a long while. The guy had just up and kicked him out of their home one morning, without offering any explanation for his actions. Despite it all, though, Josuke still missed him now, four months after it all happened. “Though, it’d probably be better if he doesn’t. Freakin’ jerkass hurting my bro like this.”
Josuke sighed, glancing around the bar they’d been sitting in with a miserable expression on his face. “I jus’ dunno what I did wrong, y’know?” His words were slurring horribly, which was definitely a bad sign considering they were meant to perform in about an hour. “He jus’ up an’ left me like that, man.”
Okuyasu nodded along as he moved to take the bottle away from his friend. “I know, dude, I know. But ya can’t stay hung up on this guy like this. You’re gonna waste away to nothin’. You’ll lose everything.” Josuke groaned, burying his face in his arms. “I’m gonna go get you some water and food, yeah? We got a show in an hour or two.”
“Oh… no… that’s not tomorrow?” Josuke groaned louder, sounding just like he was on the verge of tears.
The emotional one of the pair wasn’t usually Josuke, so Okuyasu wasn’t entirely sure how he should deal with this all. He reached over to pat on his shoulder awkwardly. “I’ll… go getcha some food, just sit here, Josuke.”
At the very least, the venue they were set to play in wasn’t ridiculously packed. If their show tanked, at least not a lot of people would watch them fail. Okuyasu had been so lost in his thoughts, that he didn’t quite notice the girl staring at him from behind the counter until she waved her hand in his face.
“Hellooo~”
Okuyasu felt his heart stop beating at the sight of her. She was the most gorgeous girl he’d ever laid eyes on. She had shoulder length brown hair and dazzling blue eyes. He could feel his cheeks heat up at the realization that he’d been staring. “Ah! Sorry! I was-”
“Lost in your thoughts?” She asked with a playful smile on her face.
“Y-Yeah. Um. Do you work here?” he asked, mentally slapping himself in the face for his dumb question. Of course she worked here! She was behind the bar.
She didn’t seem at all put off by his question, though, seeing as she actually laughed. Needless to say, it was the sweetest sound in the whole universe. “Yup~! I do! Reimi at your service.”
“Reimi…” he repeated softly, sure that his whole face was red by now. “That’s a pretty name.” His eyes widened in realization of the fact that he had spoken out loud. “I-I mean that in a respectful way! I’m not trying t-ta hit on you or anything!”
Reimi’s lips curled down into a pout and she leaned against the counter just a bit. “Aw, that’s a shame… here I was hoping you would.” Her voice was soft and sweet and it reminded him of all things cute in the world.
Okuyasu stared at her in disbelief, a million thoughts racing through his head in a second. Probably more than ever before. She smiled at him again and Okuyasu could feel his heart wanting to burst in his chest at just that.
“Were you going to order something then…?”
“Okuyasu!” He answered, even though that hadn’t really been what she’d asked. “I mean, that’s my name. Okuyasu. But yes, I uh… I need my friend to sober up since we’re gonna be playing soon. What do you recommend?”
Reimi tilted her head to the side slightly. “I don’t know about sobering him up entirely, but try one of the meat heavy foods on the menu?” She rummaged through some papers and pulled one out, handing it over to him. “Here’s all we have. I wouldn’t recommend anything with chicken on it. The chicken here’s nasty.” Reimi leaned closer to him again and he was immediately hit by the sweet scent of flowers. “Also, it’s very nice to meet you, Okuyasu. You’re in the duwang gang then?”
“Oh! Yes. I, um, I play bass there.” Okuyasu scratched the back of his head bashfully. Not many people really cared about his instrument, so he was definitely the lesser known member of the band, with Josuke being the most recognizable.
“Oh! Sweet. I think bass players are underappreciated. You can’t really hold a band together without one,” Reimi said with a little huff. She turned to see the rest of the customers piling up on the other side of the bar and sighed. “I’m gonna go check on all these people. I’ll be back to take your order, alright?”
Okuyasu nodded, feeling as if he were floating in the air or something from how in disbelief he was about this whole situation. A pretty girl who appreciated bass players wanted to talk to him. “S-Sure, yes.”
Reimi turned around once more. “Also~ I look forward to hearing you play, Oku.” She smiled and winked at him before walking off.
Okuyasu nearly fainted.