[ Silco asked, but his tone said, very clearly, that he did not believe him. How could he? Even Silco's own sense of smell could catch the scent of alcohol, and he literally smoked like a chimney. Then there was the swaying, and the slurred speech. Did Atsumu think he was an idiot, or did he just think that he could get away with lying about it?
Not that he cared, of course. He didn't care what the kid did, but... ]
I ran a bar for nearly a decade, you know. [ He said, his tone pointed but not unkind. After all, Atsumu was... well. A kid in over his head, clearly. ]
You're going to have a headache tomorrow, by the way.
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[ Silco asked, but his tone said, very clearly, that he did not believe him. How could he? Even Silco's own sense of smell could catch the scent of alcohol, and he literally smoked like a chimney. Then there was the swaying, and the slurred speech. Did Atsumu think he was an idiot, or did he just think that he could get away with lying about it?
Not that he cared, of course. He didn't care what the kid did, but... ]
I ran a bar for nearly a decade, you know. [ He said, his tone pointed but not unkind. After all, Atsumu was... well. A kid in over his head, clearly. ]
You're going to have a headache tomorrow, by the way.
[ He said, his tone blunt. ]