008

"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.

"Hey, I remember you."

Suna turns to face in the direction towards the scruff voice that was speaking to him. It was Terushima, the man that Atsumu had pointed out earlier.

"Inarizaki, right?" The man continues, signaling the bartender over so that the pair could order their drinks.

"Yeah. You were Johzenji's captain?" Rin asks, even though he was pretty sure that what Atsumu had suspected was accurate, but he wanted to make sure.

"Yep!" He responded enthusiastically. "Those were the good ol' days, huh?"

Rin nods in agreement, not giving much sentiment to the conversation. He doesn't appreciate small talk with those he finds uninteresting, which, Terushima seems to fit that exact description.

He knows the type- Shallow, flirtatious and egotistical. Predictable.

He'd even be willing to bet that the dude probably had a girlfriend waiting for him at home, while he so carelessly shoved his tongue down some other girl's throat.

'Hm. Poor thing.' He thought to himself, snickering under his breath at the mere idea of it.

Yuji orders his drink once the Bartender makes his way to their end of the counter, mentioning that Suna's drink was on him for the 'nostalgia' that their encounter gave him.

The stoic brunette raised his glass as Yuji nodded, a simple exchange of 'thanks' and 'you're welcome,' without the use of words.

Rin watched as his former acquaintance, if you could even call him that, returned back to his table. Yuji had picked up right where he left off, pawing at the woman as he pressed sloppy kisses onto her clad collarbone, mumbling something against her soft skin.

He rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his drink, downing the rest of it in one big gulp. He stood up from the bar stool, dizziness rushing to his head quickly, causing him to teeter a bit off balance. Yeah, he was definitely feeling pretty buzzed at this point.

Deciding it was best for him to step out to get some fresh air, he exited the front of the bar and stood outside, leaning against the cool brick wall as he tried to slow down his spinning head.

He took notice of a small, brown haired woman standing next to him. An unlit cigarette hung loosely from her plush lips as she fumbled with her lighter, groaning in frustration after unsuccessfully sparking a flame.

"Mind if I try?" He asks, holding out his hand as he waited for her to pass the damned thing.

He shakes it a few times, flicking his calloused thumb against the sparkwheel twice before it finally lights. He cups his other hand over the flame as he brings it up to her lips, igniting the cigarette.

"Thank you so much." She says, puffs of smoke seeping out of her pretty mouth. "I'd been trying to get that fucking thing to light for the last thirty minutes. How did you get it to work?"

"Just good with my hands, I suppose." He coos, his deep-toned voice felt smooth, like velvet against her ears.

"Oh?" She smirks, her eyes flickering up at his handsome face as she exhaled the carbon monoxide from her lungs.

She's pretty, averagely so. There's nothing outstandingly special about her looks, but she's cute enough for Rin to take some interest.

Her short, wavy black hair kisses her flushed cheeks, a few strands falling delicately over her deep brown eyes as she takes another drag of her cigarette.

The night was coming to an end, he quickly realizes. He was running out of options.

"Wanna see what else they can do?"

You must have dozed off while watching tv, because you were later awakened by a loud 'thump' echoing throughout the hallway. You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you sluggishly crawled out of bed, glancing at the clock that read '1:53 AM'

You stepped out of the bedroom to investigate the commotion, only to find Suna and... a woman(?) keeled over the stairway in the dark, laughing as he lifted her back up onto her feet after she had managed to trip going up the stairs.

'Shhhh.' Suna hushed, leading her the rest of the way, until they were met by your domineering presence.

The woman looks at you, confusion written on her drunken face as she scowls at Rin.

"This your wife?" She asks quietly. "I'm not some home wrecker."

You weren't sure if she was pleading her case to you or him, but either way, it didn't really matter. This encounter was awkward enough as it is.

"She's my nanny." He responds, not realizing he was making this whole thing even weirder by not offering anymore detail.

"His children's nanny." You corrected his previous statement. "But uh, I just came out here to see what the noise was, sorry about the confusion."

You step aside, letting them pass you by and into Suna's bedroom. You heard the familiar 'click' of the handle locking, followed by feminine giggles and the sound of the tv being turned on.

You went back into your bed, covering yourself up and closing your eyes, attempting to fall back to sleep once more.

Though, this would prove to be difficult, on account of the not-so-subtle sound of skin slapping against skin, followed by high-pitched, throaty moans that would put pornstars everywhere to shame.

Oh, and let's not forget to mention the banging of the headboard that rested just on the other side of the barrier. He must be thrusting her into oblivion at this point, you wouldn't be surprised if they broke through the damn drywall.

You could only hope that the kids were in a deep enough sleep so that they wouldn't hear the lewd noises coming from their father's bedroom. That would be a difficult question to explain.

Well, one thing was for certain-

You definitely weren't getting anymore sleep tonight.