#champagnecall01

It’s all blurry. How he’d wobbled his way here.  How someone grabbed his arm and dragged him into the club for ‘some refreshments’, as they put it. How they tried talking until he became unresponsive after just few glasses.

All the gold, silvery trinkets and glitter is flaring up his migraine and... Perhaps is the alcohol. The way his thoughts are spun back to Japan, to the nomikai’s and such. Where the boss will harrass you to drink or where you pour his glass until he can no longer drink. 

“ Hm? “

Seiichirou turns, squinting as he looks at the one that just tapped his shoulder. Stuck in the memorylane he grabs the sake bottle.