| passed out

How did I end up in this predicament?

Kurosawa Ayaka leaned closer to his shoulders, Chuuya grunting under his breath as he barely supported her weight. The Mafia executive muttered expletives under his breath as he escorted the wasted woman back to her apartment.

Their drinking session endured until midnight, the girl ending up knocked out after 10 drinks.

The bartender, Ryuu, had asked Chuuya to take Ayaka back to her apartment, apparently having his hands full with customers that night. Peak hours were just starting and Ryuu couldn't get out of work.

Despite protests, Chuuya gave in after knowing that the girl's apartment was just along the way back to the Mafia headquarters.

At his situation now—Ayaka barely standing up, her cheeks red with alcohol and her hands wandering across his chest—Chuuya was regretting his decision by the minute.

"Nee, nee~~" Ayaka slurs under the effect of alcohol, tugging at his coat's sleeves as her index finger seemingly pointed to an object in the distance. "I want dessserrrt~ Let's get someeee~"

"Shut up, you reek of booze." Chuuya angrily mutters to the girl next to him. "And don't lean unto me, you're fucking heavy!"

In response, Ayaka only loops her right arm around his, wobbling in her steps a bit as she peers closer to his face, pouting.

"I waaaanttt creammmmm puffssss…" She drawls and Chuuya reflexively pushes her face away from him.

"Shut up and keep walking!" He growls and Ayaka whines for a moment, but eventually her face morphed into a predatory expression, her fingers tracing patterns on Chuuya's chest.

The Mafia executive stiffens in surprise, even more when the girl suddenly loops her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his as she looks up at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" Chuuya remarks, guard up at her sudden touches. The girl licks her lips in reply, her voice dropping to a husky drawl as her fingers started to prod away at the buttons on his shirt.

"Want to have fun with me instead~?" Ayaka murmurs through her drunken haze, leaning in closer to murmur into his ears, "…I'll make it worth your time~"

Chuuya's cheeks pinked at her state right now but with every inch of his willpower, he pushes her away from him, making the girl blink her eyes confusingly at his actions.

"Like hell I'm sleeping with a nutcase like you." Chuuya remarks, glancing up ahead to see the small flat the girl was staying in two blocks away.

"Oi, your flat is near so get over yourself." Chuuya mutters. "Go get some sleep, idiot."

He jolts as she suddenly latches onto his arm again, a sultry smile on her features.

"I like youuuu~" Ayaka slurs, her face dangerously close to his once again. "Can I keep you, loveee?"

Chuuya stiffens, suddenly aware of their closeness once more. Her chest pressed up against his arm, her cheeks flushed due to alcohol, her breath reeking of booze. Her brown hair was messed up, but the tresses framed her face in the right places, the intensity of her blue eyes seemingly taking on a darker tint under the night.

"You—"

Slump.

Before he could manage a reply, Kurosawa Ayaka slumped to the pavement, passed out and finally giving in to sleep.

The man blinks at her state, his confusion morphing into irritation at his current situation.

Uttering a quiet 'Shit,' under his breath, Nakahara Chuuya picks her up and drags her back to her apartment.

Fucking, wasted, woman.