>>5639190You excuse yourself from the other two managers and make your way to the bar.
Watase Yoko is already there, as she said she would, watching you approach with what is quickly becoming her trademark smug grin.
It seems like she was sure you’d arrive as she already ordered a pair of shots.
<span class="mu-g">“Was worried ya' might sneak off to yer' room instead,”</span> she says, sliding a shot your way and ordering another one for herself.
Ah, both of those were supposed to be for her then.
As the drink slides you way, you stop it with a hand only for part of the contents to spill.
You quickly ask the barman for a cloth to clean it and Watase watches you work with mild bemusement while leaning on an elbow.
Once cleaned up, you carefully smell the shot of hard liquor.
Strong. Far stronger than you’re used to. Maybe you shouldn’t…
<span class="mu-g">“Cheers,”</span> says Watase, raising her shot glass near you so you can cling your glasses together.
<span class="mu-g">“Cheers,”</span> you say, tapping your shot glass against hers.
Well, just one is probably fine.
Watase slams it down in one go.
You, not wanting to be a person that carefully sips a shot, do likewise.
Hissing through clenches teeth, you grimace.
Whatever drink that was burns its way down your throat.
<span class="mu-g">“So, how’s the Kaiba girl doing?”</span> asks Watase, sliding your another shot, <span class="mu-g">“She doing alright?”</span>
She drinks down another shot.
<span class="mu-g">“Yeah,”</span> you say, holding onto the shot for now, <span class="mu-g">“She’s okay. She has a job coming up with a famous studio. I might’ve just been nerves.”</span>
You breathe in sharply through your nose and raise the shot glass to your lips.
<span class="mu-g">“You know she was ogling you, right?”</span> says Watase.
