Whitey was completely incoherent. Between his spluttered attempts at speech and glassed over eyes, it was clear to Reiji that he wasn’t going to be getting up through his own volition any time soon. He let out a small “Tch” of annoyance at the realization, as he didn’t have the time to babysit the guy all night and he certainly wasn’t all that excited at the prospect of going on a grand quest to get him home. Thankfully, Four-eyes interrupted his thoughts before he came to the natural conclusion of just chucking the drunk outside and letting the wolves decide his fate. His attention returned to the odd guy once more, taking a moment to consider his question.

[color=red]”Please, it’s more like any day that ends in ‘Y’ for me,”[/color] the redhead replied with a small chuckle. [color=red]”So believe me, unless he starts seizing in the next ten seconds to spite me, this guy is going to be fine.”[/color] With the help from Four-eyes, they managed to get Whitey to sit up, his back unfortunately sporting a new layer of peanut shells and bar juice. The sight was enough to make Reiji grimace a small bit, but a quick check showed that Whitey at least didn’t crack his skull open from his little tumble. The punk was about to give Four-eyes his name when another character in the farce playing out before him showed up.

Seeing this Jack guy looking out for the near catatonic Whitey, whose name was apparently Theodore, brought Reiji way back. As in, all the way back to the days when it had been Yuusuke dragging his limp form across town because he had drank way too much, giving him all kinds of hell for it the next day with that shit-eating grin of his. Back then, things had been incredibly simple, with few responsibilities to worry about and even fewer morals to follow. [i][color=red]’But those days are gone,’[/color][/i] he reminded himself bitterly. The punk band Spitfires collapsed upon itself the day they lost their front man, an event that had made it difficult for Reiji to make sense of the world around him for quite some time. His face soured for a brief few moments as he stupidly got caught up in the past. Resisting the urge to shake his head to dismiss his thoughts, he regarded Whitey’s friend with his usual laidback expression.

[color=red]”Well if you’re his friend, then I trust you can get this drunken ball of fun home then, yeah?”[/color] Even though it was phrased as a question, Reiji had a way of making it feel more like a statement. After all, he had noticed that he had been chatting up Blondie’s friend earlier and he knew how tempting it could be to weasel out of taking care of your friends whenever members of the opposite gender got involved in the equation. So while he had a small smile on, his eyes told a wonderful tale about how he was certainly not going to be the one to clean up this mess.

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