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“Wine, please.”
Chuuya almost spits his own wine out upon hearing that voice. The only reason he doesn't is because good wine should not be wasted on the account of a man such as Dazai Osamu.
“This is a Port Mafia bar,” Chuuya hisses.
Dazai laughs as he takes a sip of his drink. Chuuya stares a little as Dazai licks the stray droplet of wine from his lips. He looks away quickly but Dazai chuckles and Chuuya knows that he had been caught.
“There’s no Port Mafia sign hanging at the entrance,” Dazai replies easily as he inches closer to Chuuya who pointedly doesn't look back at him. “And I like what I saw inside.”
Dazai’s just messing with him – Chuuya knows that, but it doesn't stop him from flushing anyway.
“It’s Port Mafia territory,” Chuuya retorts. He glares at Dazai. “You know that; you helped take over this place.”
“We did ~” Dazai corrects with a grin. He holds his glass up. “To us.”
Chuuya raises an eyebrow.
Dazai shrugs. “To the alliance between the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency.”
Chuuya shrugs as he raises his wine glass and clinks it against Dazai’s. Chuuya finishes his wine in one mouth since there wasn't much left in it anyway. He’d like another glass but he has a meeting early tomorrow. To his surprise, Dazai orders another glass of wine.
“I thought you prefer whiskey,” Chuuya says without thinking.
Dazai laughs before he smiles at Chuuya. “Hat rack knows me so well ~”
“And here I thought we were going to last the night without resorting to childish insults,” Chuuya says before his lips curve into a smirk. “Bandaged bastard.”
Dazai’s eyes twinkle at the familiar nickname.
Chuuya’s surprised that Dazai orders another drink after his second glass. He orders a whiskey this time and Chuuya knows that Dazai has a high alcohol tolerance but he usually doesn’t drink too much at a bar.
“Did something happen?” Chuuya asks before he can stop himself.
Dazai pauses before he shakes his head. “I just felt like coming here today and I’m in the mood for drinking.”
Chuuya hums. He feels like there’s something up but he isn’t going to pry if Dazai doesn't want to share.
Chuuya ends up paying for their drinks because Dazai apparently forgot his wallet.
“And what would you have done if I wasn't there?”
They walk down the streets in silence and it’s almost like the old times. Chuuya admits that he had been hurt when Dazai left but it eventually eased to a dull ache and now all he remembers are their happy memories. And this alliance had given them a chance to work together again; it feels like they can start over.
Chuuya feels Dazai staring at him and it becomes annoying enough that he turns to glare at him.
“I missed you, Chuuya,” Dazai says when their eyes meet.
Oh, so this is what it’s about.
Chuuya laughs. “I missed you too, dumbass.”