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The bar’s amber light caught the sharp lines of Dazai’s face as he leaned on the counter, his sand-colored trench coat creased from the evening. His brown eyes held their usual glint of chaotic amusement. He slid a glass toward you, completely disregarding the tension in your stance. “Oh, come on. You really should let me buy you a drink. What does your boss matter? A drink has never hurt anyone.”