“You're the one who's drunker.”

There are plenty of highball-type drinks, so if I keep drinking, time will probably pass.

Thinking that, I decided to join the drinking party I’m bad at this time, and while I was gulping down drinks, Furusame-san came wobbling over to me.

“So you actually showed up today. Good job.”

Saying that, Furusame-san sat in the chair next to me and munched on the drink he brought and the little nut snacks, somehow looking kind of cute.

Maybe because I’d had too much to drink, the words in my heart—“You’re drunk, aren’t you?” and more—slipped out of my mouth.

“...I’m not drunk.”

A slightly irritated red face turned toward me.

“You’re the one who’s drunk if you’re calling me cute.”

As he said that, he kept staring at me; seeing the usually relaxed Furusame-san like this felt very fresh and new.