[ Charlie's prodding towards getting a drink is obnoxious enough to earn a suspicious squint, and Fuuta just stares at him over the top of his menu for a moment. It's practically visible, the way the gears are spinning in his head as he tries to figure out the ulterior motive behind that prodding, and Fuuta finally gives a loud hmph! as he reaches his conclusion. ]
What, you think I'm some lightweight that's gonna pass out from one drink and cut things off early for you? [ He sounds sooooo smug about having gotten there before Charlie could pull one over him. ] Too bad for you, I know how to pace myself. I'm not like those idiots that don't have self-control and get wasted.
[ Fortunately for Charlie, and unfortunately for him, Fuuta assumes that he's correctly deduced Charlie's ulterior motive, and so -- drops his guard. As long as he paces himself and stays sharp, he won't be falling for any more of Charlie's bullshit, not tonight!
And so, he snaps the menu shut before flagging down a server. When the employee approaches, Fuuta immediately points at Charlie, clarifying that they should take his account on file to pay with. And only then, after the server's (grudgingly, annoyed at having to listen to a yappy rank-two) complied, he places his order: three different small plates, and one of their cocktails. A fairly weak one to start with ... though it promises in coquettish copy, 'a delightful tingle, regardless.' ]
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What, you think I'm some lightweight that's gonna pass out from one drink and cut things off early for you? [ He sounds sooooo smug about having gotten there before Charlie could pull one over him. ] Too bad for you, I know how to pace myself. I'm not like those idiots that don't have self-control and get wasted.
[ Fortunately for Charlie, and unfortunately for him, Fuuta assumes that he's correctly deduced Charlie's ulterior motive, and so -- drops his guard. As long as he paces himself and stays sharp, he won't be falling for any more of Charlie's bullshit, not tonight!
And so, he snaps the menu shut before flagging down a server. When the employee approaches, Fuuta immediately points at Charlie, clarifying that they should take his account on file to pay with. And only then, after the server's (grudgingly, annoyed at having to listen to a yappy rank-two) complied, he places his order: three different small plates, and one of their cocktails. A fairly weak one to start with ... though it promises in coquettish copy, 'a delightful tingle, regardless.' ]