"So, you guys are volleyball players?"The trio of women that surrounded Atsumu waited patiently for their response. All parties involved here were now most definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol coursing through their system, except for Osamu, of course.
"Yeah, well, me and him are." The blonde smirked, slapping Suna's chest with the back of his hand, sloppily. "We play professionally. He's a middle blocker for the EJP Rajin, I'm a setter for MSBY."
The girls nod their heads in sync, eyeing the cohort up in down, noticing the sheer athleticism that all of them portrayed in their physical forms as they start to ask more vapid questions.
Atsumu continues to brag about himself, hoping to impress atleast one of the girls enough to be able to take her home with him.
Suna, on the other hand, grows increasingly bored of this whole interaction by the minute. None of the women here do much of anything to tickle his fancy. Even with the amount of alcohol he's consumed, he's just not paying attention to the task that he was set to accomplish.
He excuses himself to the bar so that he can order another drink that he probably doesn't need, but of course, he does it anyways.
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Dejected | R. Suna
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