"Better drunk then listening to your bullshit," he counters as he pours the whiskey into the cup. Maybe he likes the change of scenery with an actual cup rather than his usual vintage decanter.

Staking his claim on the spot, he ignored Ichinose as she went about apologizing to a shadow. The whiskey as always, tasted horrible but with no coffee in sight and dealing with this woman for any longer than necessary was a punishment. This Maruki has to be some sort of masochist or something.

While lost in thought and savoring the adult beverage like any responsible man should, Ichinose suddenly comes close.