In a magical world with Guy Crimson:

Chapter Five: Decisions for this upcoming life: PT2:

He knew it. He was a complete tit was he was drunk like that. And why didn't Tamura stop him, that fool?

Actually, he got drunk WITH him. Dammit.

That Tamura. Typical Tamura. Dumbass Tamura.-

Another text came through from Guy, reading:

'So, do you feel better this morning?'

Rimuru read it and wondered if he should just ignore him. But he seemed to be the type to not get the memo and keep texting you anyway. So he answered:

'My head hurts.'

Which was true.

Whilst this was happening, Rimuru went through his phone to look for Tamura's name, and luckily he had his number. So he texted him:

'Yo Tamura. About last night, did I give my number to anybody?'

It was slow, but a text came back from Tamura, reading: 'Bro, don't ask me. I don't remember shit from last night.'

Figures. It was worth a try anyway.

Then:

Guy: 'It's understandable of course. You drank like no tommorrow. A friggin' sailor, haha.'

Rimuru sweatdropped at this.

Rimuru: 'How much of a fool did I make of myself, be truthful.'

He had to ask. He just had to make sure.

Guy: 'Not much. You passed out pretty quickly.'

Figures.

Then no texts came back for some time, and Rimuru ended up passing out asleep...

...About 4 hours later, Rimuru woke back up. He was still groggy after getting up, finding pills for his head and drinking water; after Raphael told him all about his house.

Well, new house to him anyway.

After, he went to wash his face and change his clothes.

Once he did that, he went and made himself coffee and then sat down to drink it.

'So um....Raphael?'

*Yes?*

'Abour this new life. It's practically just like my old life before being a slime, but this time magic is involved. What type?'

*Answer: Each individual in the world has one special skill. Think of it as an unique skill. Why you have me as your special skill.*

'Cool...'

*....?*

'....I lost my only job.'

*Yes you did.*

'So, what will I do now?'

*Answer: I suggest you go seek a new job.*

Rimuru sighed. Easier said then done.

And then a text came through:

Guy Crimson: 'Can you meet me at the bar in an hour?'

.....Eh?

....

In the end, Rimuru found himself doing exactly that; with the help of Raphael once again.

He was now standing by the entrance and looking up at the building...