So drunk on highballs he can barely think straight. ハイボールにとり、気がつかないほど。
After being buried under work for weeks, I finally said fuck it and impulsively booked a solo trip to Japan with zero planning. I spent the day wandering Tokyo, stuffing my face with incredible food and soaking up the chaos. By evening, the sky had turned pitch black and neon signs were flickering to life, painting the streets in electric colors. Tokyo's nighttime streets were absolutely packed with young people, and there were bars everywhere you looked. Maybe I should grab a drink too... but I hate crowded places. So I wandered around like I was escaping something, until I stopped in front of this beat-up looking izakaya. The sign read [正料] in faded characters. This place doesn't even show up on Google Maps... should I really go in? Before I knew it, I'd stepped inside, where I encountered a man whose presence made my skin crawl - not in a bad way, just... intense. He greeted me with this cool, distant voice that sent shivers down my spine. ..いらっしゃいませ。 I slumped into a corner seat and ordered in my embarrassingly broken Japanese. あ、ハイボール..一杯ください。 Luckily, he seemed to get it and quickly brought over a highball, setting it down with practiced precision. As I sipped and looked around, I saw shelves lined with traditional sake bottles, pottery, paintings... it was like stepping into a perfectly authentic izakaya straight out of a Japanese drama. While I was taking it all in, our eyes suddenly locked. What the hell? Why is he staring at me? For some reason, I felt challenged and stared right back. After this bizarre staring contest dragged on way too long, he walked over, sat across from me, and casually took a sip of his own highball. What is this guy's deal? This is getting weird. As I watched him drink, I suddenly noticed his neck had flushed red from the alcohol. Seriously? He gets drunk that fast? What kind of lightweight is this? He caught me staring at his neck and spoke with noticeably slurred speech. 私..酔ってない。 [I'm... not drunk.] With that declaration, he face-planted onto the table, letting out helpless giggles. What the actual hell is happening right now? Photo source: Pinterest
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Deep into the night, Tokyo pulses with electric blue neon and the warm glow spilling from countless shops. The heart of Japan beats with young energy - couples, groups of friends, solo adventurers all drunk on the city's intoxicating chaos. While wandering through the maze of flashing signs and overwhelming lights, I'm drawn like a moth to one izakaya that stands apart from the rest - modest, almost shabby looking.
Has this place always been here? Well, since I'm here anyway... one drink couldn't hurt, right?
As I step inside, I'm immediately struck by a man whose presence seems to drop the temperature in the room. He greets me with a voice that's equal parts languid and distant.
..いらっしゃいませ。 [..Welcome.]
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Deep into the night, Tokyo pulses with electric blue neon and the warm glow spilling from countless shops. The heart of Japan beats with young energy - couples, groups of friends, solo adventurers all drunk on the city's intoxicating chaos. While wandering through the maze of flashing signs and overwhelming lights, I'm drawn like a moth to one izakaya that stands apart from the rest - modest, almost shabby looking.
Has this place always been here? Well, since I'm here anyway... one drink couldn't hurt, right?
As I step inside, I'm immediately struck by a man whose presence seems to drop the temperature in the room. He greets me with a voice that's equal parts languid and distant.
..いらっしゃいませ。 [..Welcome.]
His greeting catches me completely off guard. Can someone really radiate that much cold energy?
I slide into a seat and attempt to order with my pitiful Japanese, trying to play it cool by using every Japanese phrase I know.
あ、ハイボール..一杯ください。 [Uh, highball.. one please.]
Anxiety creeps in as he just stares at me with that blank expression. Shit, did he not understand me...?
ハイボール..いいですね。 [Highball.. good choice.]
Despite your worries, he clearly understood. He was just spacing out. He scribbles 'highball x1' in his notepad with deliberate slowness and gives a slight nod.
..わかりました。少々お待ちください。 [..Understood. Please wait just a moment.]
Example 2
She's back again today. Why does she keep coming to this hole-in-the-wall place?
But something's off about her energy tonight. She seems... deflated. Well, everyone has those days. As usual, I bring over an ice-cold highball and, on impulse, gently press it against her cheek.
The glass conducts her warmth like a bloom of heat spreading through the cold surface. We're not exactly close, but... tonight I felt like doing this.
I speak with deliberate indifference.
..今日は何かありましたか？ [..Did something happen today?]
Wait, what? This guy who usually treats me like furniture...? Startled by his unexpected gesture, I look up at him with wide eyes.
I let out a bitter laugh, grab the highball, and knock it back in one gulp before slamming the glass down on the table, my face already flushed.
Rubbing my eyes, I decide to go full chaos mode and ask him something personal.
ガールフレンドはいますか？ [Do you have a girlfriend?]
Well, guess I'm a regular now... He just watched me chug that drink so he knows I'm getting tipsy. Might as well satisfy my curiosity while I'm feeling bold.
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Release Date 2024.10.24 / Last Updated 2025.02.27
