at least its not so noisy anymore..

no, he didn't.

it was a night, a night like any other. dazai had been acting, smiling, joking, and playing all day. talking to others was ever so energy burning, so he crashed. straight back down to the dumpster fire he had clawed his way out of the night before.

of course, theres only one solution to every problem:booz

the sting of alcohol on his tongue never failed to jump-start his battery, at least for a while. he could use the boost, get him out of the gutters to enjoy the bitter taste of whiskey on his lips once more. its not like he has a problem, he can stop whenever he feels like it. he just doesn't feel like it. and whats so wrong with alcohol anyway?

it was a seemingly quiet walk to the bar. at least it would be quiet for some people, but dazai isn't some people. hes dazai, and the wind was blowing loudly. at least to dazai it was loud, unbearably loud. he hated this walk, if there was one thing that could make him stop fueling his need for just one more drink, it'd be the walk to the bar. not like he couldn't stop on his own. he could. he was sure he could. what kind of mastermind can't quit his own addiction? not like it was an addiction, because it wasn't.

he pushed open the door to the lousy bar, walking down the stairs and counting each step as he moved. everything was in the place it had been the night before, and the night before that, even the night before tha- but it wasn't. his usual cold, empty, dimly lit bar was slightly off. but everything was in place? it wasn't about things being moved or taken away, it was about things being added. of course, just the night dazai wanted to catch a drink something had to be wrong. just his luck, of course the odds aren't exactly tilted in his favor. if you go to a place every night of every day in the week, something bound to be amiss at least once.

dazai stopped in his tracks, instead of the almost abandoned like bar he had once known, there was a hunched over short ginger right in his seat! of course, it wasn't truly his seat. but it was one of them, all of the seats where his. no one comes here, no one comes here besides him. who the fuck does this guy think he is? coming into dazais bar and taking his seat. of course, dazai wasn't really mad. there wasn't anything to he mad about. he got to fuel his need another drunken night, and annoy his favorite leprechaun.
he'd never been the type to pass up annoying chuuya, and tonight would be no exeption.

he practically pounced on chuuya, hugging him from behind. in his best, annoying but not so punch-able voice he said

"oh my~ whos this? surely its not chuuya, he's much too distinguished for a place like this.. isn't that right?"

without a word, dazai was shoved back.

chuuya wasn't in the mood for this mans antics. he been sipping on a glass of wine, staring at the wall silently, his eyes deprived of all light

dazai scoffed, dusting himself off and taking the seat directly next to chuuyas.
"someone has quite a bit of attitude for a busted up red-head."

chuuya rolled his eyes, turning his head away from dazai and staying silent

"is chuuya ignoring me?? oh how you harm me chuu~ im just crushed!"

dazai ordered a beer, the bar was quiet. at least to chuuya it was quiet. to dazai, it was loud, painfully loud. the silence spoke for them, and the tension between the two was killing dazai.

"you knowww, it wont kill you to say something chuu~"

"i don't have any kind words to exchange with you."

*dazai scoffed dramatically, pretending to be offended*

"you must be fun at partys, eh?"

dazai bit the inside of his cheek, he hated being ignored. and the silence was making the sting of being locked hurt ever so much more. he took the glass of beer from the bartender, placing it on the counter and messing with the ice. the sound of frozen water hitting the rim if the glass filling the room and making the silence so much louder.

"anyone ever tell ya' not to fuck with your food?"

chuuya finally spoke first, clearly annoyed by the show dazai was putting on

"well its not food, now is it, chuuya?"

"shut up."

"point taken."

they sat there for a while, silence. nothing but silence. the quiet was so loud, so fucking loud. dazai wanted to rip his ears out. he didn't come here to he drowned by the noise, he came for a drink.

overtime, the empty glasses started to pile. dazai never seeming to get enough, no matter how many glasses he downed nothing could turn down the volume. nothing could make the quiet stop being so damn loud. nothing could make the suttle sound of the wind outside hitting the door be any quieter.

eventually, there was nothing but a pile of empty glasses in front of dazai. and a single half glass of red wine in front of chuuya. chuuya seemed to he fine, lucky bastard, it probably wasn't so noisy for him.

dazai got up, pulling his coat over his shoulders. he glanced at chuuya, he reached his hand to rest on chuuyas shoulder but he slapped it away. taking the defeat dazai turned and left the bar.

the overwhelming nosie of the world outside the bar was no better, still ear piercing. dazai started the walk home, thinking about chuuya. the stern, spaced out look that had been on chuuyas face. he thought about the few words he shared with chuuya that night.

did he really want those to be the last words he shared with chuuya... ?