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Spending Saturday night at an expensive bar in Tokyo with his friends wasn't planned on Isagi's schedule. Initially, he and Rin were supposed to spend the day sightseeing in Tokyo, enjoying quality time together. But, as predicted, Rin bailed out and left Isagi for his brother in a different bar. Rin leaving him for work, Isagi can understand, but for his brother? Sae, the brother whom he hurt and abandoned Rin in the past? Isagi didn't understand why Rin would even tag along to a bar with a brother who doesn't care about him in the slightest after all these years.
He really does have bad taste in men. However, except for Bachira, for some reason.
Luckily for him, Reo and Nagi just happened to be in Tokyo visiting some of Reo's relatives along with Chigiri and Bachira. It was Reo's idea to invite them on his and Nagi's mini vacation. To distress from stress and hardships, he says.
"Chigiri sure is taking long in the restroom." Isagi looked down at the empty booth next to him, worried. It has been twenty-two minutes since Chigiri excused himself to the restroom to empty the vodka and booze from his system. Isagi flickered his gaze to twelve empty mini glasses beside him on the table, sighing in disbelief. Chigiri rarely does alcohol consumption unless he's under stress or has a fight with his on-and-off boyfriend, Kunigami. Isagi thought it was the latter that made Chigiri sick. It wasn't the first time Chigiri had binged-drunk himself over Kunigami.
Reo pulled himself from Nagi's slouched shoulder and furrowed a lopsided brow. He shifted his bloodshot eyes to Isagi, completely intoxicated from the shots Bachira dared him to drink earlier. His purple eyes were disoriented and blurry as Reo clunked his glass to Nagi's, grinning like a spoiled girl who just gotten her allowance.
Turned out Chigiri wasn't the only one inebriated on this special night.
"He can't handle his liquor," Reo hiccuped, slurring sloppily on Nagi's shoulder, gulping a small glass of Tequila in his hand. "Giri is sensitive like that. Wait, a minute." Reo gasped sharply, then burst out laughing and threw his head up against the back of the booth. "Girl and Giri almost rhyme."
"That's so random, Reee-ooh!" Bachira jumped in, a bottle of rum to his lips, and laughed heartily next to Nagi. He rested his sweaty hand on atop of Nagi's on the round table, squeezing it tenderly. "Tell us another rhythm."
Reo slumped his head on Nagi's shoulder once again. He looked at the multicolored-haired man over Nagi, furrowing a confused brow. "Don't you mean 'rhyme?'"
"How do you spell it?" Bachira asked, puzzled and buzzed. His eyes were glossy from the hardcore shots of rum, vodka, and gin he consumed throughout the night. In addition, wine coolers and Pepsi were also on the menu in Bachira's bingeing game.
"W.H.Y.M.E?" Nagi spelled it out on his fingers, his face red from the shots Bachira dared him to drink earlier, which he gladly accepted and conquered with the help of his boyfriend, cheering him on the while.
"Does it start with a R?" Bachira asked before taking another long sip of rum, swallowing it in one go as if he were playing football in Project Blue Lock again. Isagi couldn't help but be impressed and frightened by his ex's unique talent.
"What, Reo?" Nagi asked, his pupils dilated and tired.
"I'll go and check on Chigiri." Isagi quietly excused himself from the booth of the intoxicated Reo, Nagi, and Bachira and headed to the men's restroom. Isagi knew they wouldn't mind him leaving in their own little world. Once he reached the restroom door, Isagi swung it and stepped inside the empty room. The smell of urine and vomit clogged his nose as Isagi reached for a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and covered it over his nose. It wasn't his handkerchief per se, but one of Rin's old ones he borrowed from one of their one-night stands.
"Chigiri..." He spoke quietly as he spotted Chigiri slouching over the toilet seat of an open bathroom stall, his pink hair disarray and damp from the excessive vomiting. Closed up, Isagi could see chunks of vomit on Chigiri's chin and pink vest. Isagi stepped inside and placed a hand on Chigiri's cold back.
"....I'ma sick....wanna go home-a," Chigiri muttered wearily, drool escaping from his moistened lips as he lay his head on his propped arm around the dirty toilet seat.
"Dude, you're a mess," Isagi shook his head at his friend's drunken state, removing the handkerchief from his nose and reaching down to Chigiri, wiping vomit chunks from his beautiful face. Chigiri groaned in annoyance but allowed Isagi to clean him up. Isagi chuckled when Chigiri wrinkled his nose, his pink brows furrowed in frustration. The former striker looked peaceful in his drunken state and looked even more beautiful than ever before. As much as Isagi wanted to gaze on Chigiri's striking, drunken beauty, he had to take him back to the extended hotel. It was a good thing that Chigiri and Bachira are sharing the same hotel room, and Bachira clumsily laid his hotel card key on the table like the drunk lunatic that he is.
"Let's go to your hotel room and get you sober up.'