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Chapter 3 | F*ck It

You had a few too many drinks last night and ended up finishing the rest of the pack on your own after Choso went in for the night. You wake up the next morning with a raging hangover. Must've been the cheap alcohol and the amount consumed. 

With work in a couple of hours, you finally roll out of bed right after one in the afternoon. You get ready for the day as per usual.

After a nice, steaming shower to cool your nerves, your phone vibrates, grabbing your attention. You throw on a casual outfit; a long sleeve in your favorite color- just a tad bit showy, and a pair of nice fitting jeans.

Let's club tonight. 

A text from Gojo. A smile creeps across your lips, but it fades when Choso's words from last night pop into your head. Again, he isn't wrong. You patiently awaited the text. You shrug it off.

I get off work at 10:30.

You place your phone down and prepare a cup of coffee for the remnants of your hangover.

K. Meet you at the usual spot.

For a second, you consider responding with a simple thumbs up. But then you remember Choso's oddly generous offer. You rush back to your phone.

Can I bring someone?

You place your phone down only for it to vibrate a couple seconds later.

Who?

You chuckle with satisfaction. This might just work.

A friend.

You respond back, wanting to leave Gojo in a questioning state. Normally, when you go clubbing, it's just the two of you having a good time. How would he feel if you suddenly bring another person with- let alone a guy. Especially after what happened last night. This is sure to make Gojo feel at least a tad bit uneasy.

With not an ounce of shock in you, Gojo doesn't respond right away. You smile, proud of your work. You take your phone with you to the kitchen and sit at the table with your coffee. A heads up to Choso might do you some good. Don't want to show up to the club empty-handed. 

Choso, it's me. Y/N.

You hit send, tapping the side of the cup as you patiently wait to update him. Your phone buzzes.

Didn't expect a text from you so soon.

Can you go clubbing tonight?

You throw the offer out there and head to the couch after finishing your coffee. The hangover begins to subside into a simple, dull headache. Not so great, but it's better than it was when you had woken up. 

There's a moment of silence within the text message. Choso seems to be weighing his options and acknowledging just what he got himself into.

What time?

You hum to yourself, pleased with the deal that you two have struck up. 

Tokyo Taste. I'm off work at 10:30. We'll head to the club together.

You type out the name of the restaurant so that he can meet you in time. 

Sure thing.

Choso responds, bringing a content smile to your face. You prepare yourself a sandwich and get started on a couple of house cleaning chores before you have to head off to work. As the time ticks by, you make sure to pack an outfit to change into for the club. You rummage through your closet and pull out a black, stretchy pencil skirt to pair with your favorite color long sleeve top that you already have on.