Lala! Another drink please!

“Good.” After the number was sent, he pressed a few buttons and saved her number into his phone with a little..private nick name in brackets before tucking it away into his pocket.

“Of course. Gimme a sec.” He turned around and reached for a glass under the counter before grabbing a couple bottles from the shelf, along with some ice which he dipped into the glass before pouring the drinks into the glass and mixed them together with one of the small plastic swords used for cocktails and slid it forward.

“So..what was this scoop or job you had that whisked you away from here?”

“Shocked Lala-chan is letting you be behind the counter by yourself, then again it is a slow night it seems.”

She watches Akira make her drink, the smile still on Ohya’s face the whole time right as it’s set in front of her. Taking a sip, there’s a tiny twitch in her eye as she looks up at him. “A tiny bit stronger than Lala’s, but just as good.”

“You should. honestly, I should have gotten it awhile ago.” He took out his phone right away and opened it up to his own number so she could copy it and text him to acquire her own into his.

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t do anything to get you into too much trouble. Only a little.” What fun would it be with him if there wasn’t some form of adventure?

“Speaking of which, do you want a drink right now? I’m actually here by myself tonight, so we could both drink and talk.”

She quickly typed his number in and shot him a text right afterwards so he could have her number saved. “You’re right, then again you always seem to show up right as I’m itching for more info on things.”

“Been drinking at home recently while working on a big piece so couldn’t really get down here too much, but Lala-chan has been keeping me posted on you working here. Told me you’ve been hoping for me to come in. Hmm, maybe I should just give you my number next time huh?”

Ohya: Whooopsie

Ohya: [splats on pavement]

Mishima: A-are you OK, ma'am?

“Wait–you’re serious right now, aren’t you? You tried to do this before too if I remember, and Lala got angry at you. But..she’s not here to watch, so..” Why was someone like him even nervous about being caught? He did worse things at Tae’s place all the time.

“….quick. Give me some.”

A sly grin grew on her lips as Ohya slide the glass over to him slowly before taking the soda that had been placed in front of Akira. Taking a sip of it, she winced ever so slightly.

“I didn’t know it was possible to actually drown in your problems like that.

Then again, Lala doesn’t let me have any of the alcohol at all yet, so I couldn’t even try if I wanted to.”

“Liquid dinner more like it. Better than being at home alone.” She sips her drink before side-eyeing the teenager.

“I should have figured you’d be drinking this late again. Aren’t you sick, yet?”