[ nevermind. it turns out he's not drunk enough. now there's nothing reki wants more than an even stiffer drink, no frills, no bullshit, just the burn. unfortunately, he is still drunk so honesty is all he's really got. especially when kojiro asks that and sounds so casual about it, like it's something reki could do. ]

Oh yeah. That's exactly what I want.

[ later, he'll think of how mean he sounds and cringe—because he can black out all the good stuff, sure, all the laughter and smiles and covert touches in public spaces, but this shit sticks with him forever. right now it doesn't seem so bad because... there's just no way that he's serious, who cares if the sarcasm is thick and abrasive? ]

Put a lock on someone who's in love with mmmmnot me. Can't see how that won't crash and burn.

[ not that it's all just the liquor. how many anecdotes about shots not taken did he have to endure before kojiro gave up on trying to steer him toward his best friend? thinly-veiled ones, which could have only ever been about one person, the same person reki sees taking kojiro for everything he's got and thanking him by cutting him down in front of everyone.

which... now it hits him. the fucking audacity. there has to be another reason why and now he thinks he gets it. ]

... Ah. You tryin' to make someone jealous?