"He was," Gojyo grumbles. "He is. That's the problem."

Maybe the problem isn't that he's too drunk. Maybe he's not drunk enough. He licks his lips, considers how well asking for a drink would go over... and shoves that thought back into the cobwebby shadows of his brain. Hakkai's doing him a favor. No reason to push his luck.

"He's been chasin' her for I dunno how long, and she'd finally had enough. But instead of tellin' him to fuck off, she set him up on a date with me!" He laughs bitterly. "She didn't tell me any of this, of course. Waited until I got there and then he was all oh by the way, nobody's interested in you, you're just here because Sharak didn't want to deal with either of us anymore."

Okay, so maybe it's still the self-pitying part of the evening. "Dunno what else I was expecting." Those bleary, bloodshot eyes meet Hakkai's for a silent moment, then Gojyo laughs again and leans back in his chair. "I get th'feeling I'm not the kind of guy who ever gets what he wants."