Mixed Ideas

Oh, they were so going to regret this in the morning. Noya was a notorious lightweight, and Asahi was prone to hangovers that could slay a walrus, and yet despite both of those proven facts, there they were. Of course, getting shit-faced at three a.m. on the kitchen floor of their new shared apartment was never part of the planned post-move in celebration, but sometimes, as Noya so aptly put, you just had to let loose. They had been controlled earlier in the night, when they still had housewarming guests, careful not to cross the line between tipsy and drunk, but as soon as they’d left, all plans for sobriety went out the window.