After they finished discussing business, Satoru Gojo got into the spirit and dragged the other two into several more rounds of drinks.
He had always been a terrible drinker, and the alcohol went straight to his head. Before long, his face was flushed, and he could not even be bothered to push his sunglasses back up when they slid to the tip of his nose.
His gaze wandered wildly, but he kept mumbling, "I'm not drunk," and "One more."
Qingxiao and Suguru Geto exchanged helpless looks. They had known alcohol went straight to his head; they should have stopped him.
When they finished up and stepped outside, the night breeze made Satoru Gojo's already muddled head feel even heavier.
The alcohol hit him all at once. He pulled free of Qingxiao's hand and staggered over to a trash can by the road.
Gripping the rim, he started throwing up, his white hair falling over his face. He could not have looked more of a mess.
"Tsk, such a lightweight, and he still insisted on drinking."
Suguru Geto leaned against the wall and laughed, casually pulling out his phone and raising it, waving the camera toward the trash can.
"I'll record this for posterity. Let's see if he still talks big next time."
Qingxiao glanced at his phone screen, his mouth twitching hard.
"Suguru Geto, are you drunk too?"
"No, I'm not." Suguru Geto did not even look up, his fingers still slowly adjusting the zoom, his tone utterly certain. "This little bit of alcohol is nothing."
"Then take a look at what you're filming."
Qingxiao lifted his chin toward a dark shape crouched beside the trash can. It had a black body and a white head, and it was staring at him with its head tilted.
"You're pointing it at