Were it not for his family's obsession with keeping up appearances, Jouno would never bother to attend parties. They were loud, smelled terrible, and meant, more often than not, that Jouno would have to socialize at some point in the evening. That point seemed to be now, with the way Dazai has sauntered up to him, horrible-smelling drink in hand. Coupled with the cup in Jouno's own hand, the smell is almost overwhelming.
Jouno wrinkles his nose as Dazai speaks, forcing a sip of whatever-they-were-serving down his throat. His relationship with alcohol has always been complicated -- he hates it, the smell and the way it dulls the senses he needs to rely on to get around, but it's also the only thing that makes nights like these tolerable. So get drunk he will, and he'll regret it in the morning... or later that night when he winds up really feeling blind.
"They should throw a better event if they wanted me to look like I was enjoying myself," Jouno responds simply. Clearly, he doesn't care how out of place he looks. He'd much rather be home, away from all the noise and all of the people. "Blasting music, bad alcohol, it's all juvenile." Never mind that they were juvenile, too.
He tilts his head in Dazai's direction as if it helps him to hear him (he doesn't need to, of course, even after a few sips). "Grab another drink and then let's get out of here."
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Date: 2022-10-10 02:02 am (UTC)Jouno wrinkles his nose as Dazai speaks, forcing a sip of whatever-they-were-serving down his throat. His relationship with alcohol has always been complicated -- he hates it, the smell and the way it dulls the senses he needs to rely on to get around, but it's also the only thing that makes nights like these tolerable. So get drunk he will, and he'll regret it in the morning... or later that night when he winds up really feeling blind.
"They should throw a better event if they wanted me to look like I was enjoying myself," Jouno responds simply. Clearly, he doesn't care how out of place he looks. He'd much rather be home, away from all the noise and all of the people. "Blasting music, bad alcohol, it's all juvenile." Never mind that they were juvenile, too.
He tilts his head in Dazai's direction as if it helps him to hear him (he doesn't need to, of course, even after a few sips). "Grab another drink and then let's get out of here."