It Ain't My Fault (Dazai X Reader One Shot)

Here We Go Again

He's doing it AGAIN!!

Dazai and I have been best friends for 2 years. Dazai had been part of The Agency for a year before me and thus appointed to be my superior being the only one with the most amount of free time. At first I wasn't so sure of Dazai since he was such a womenizer that I began to avoid him but I got over it quickly seeing that he was a genuinely nice guy. Obviously he still hasent given up on the pick up lines or being a womenizer. Often times we would be paird together for a mission then at the end of the day we would go to eat and have a few drinks at our favorite bar. It was located in a short allyway just in the hustling and bustling center city ikabukuro. For a bar on the smaller side and being tucked in a danky allyway it was quite charming. The walls were exposed brick except on the bar side wall was a mural of a beach portrayed to be in Mexico. There was a wooden balcony above for extra seating which was devoured in fake vines that wrapped down all the support poles. To create a calming effect the resease lighting was dimmed warmly and they added string light underneath the balcony that hung by every pole. The best thing about this bar is that it was never cram packed like at all the dive bars with obnoxious college kids. This place gives too much of a older generation vibe being as all the customers were usually 30 on up. Dazai and I took our normal spot underneath the balcony closest to the bar so were not walking far for our drinks.
"Are you ordering your usual?"
Our waitress Lucy who normally waited on us, made her way up to take our order. We didn't even bother asking for menus since we had it all memorized.
"Ill take a BLT" like I usally order
"I think ill change mine up for a steak, medium cooked" he said. She wrote our orders down and off she went to the back "I like them pink. Just like my women" Dazai gave a smirk and winked in my directed while taking a sip of his beer. All I could do is roll my eyes at him. He knew full well that I wasn't interested in doing anything with someone who constantly hits on other women. Sighing I twirled my straw around in my mixed drink as to mix the liquor and red bull around so the overpowering alcohol wouldnt slap me in the face as I drank it. There wasn't much to talk about since we had literally just spend the whole day together. Not only that but we were exhausted from the mission. Being up from 9 a.m to what is now almost 6 p.m is kicking our asses especially now that were finally able to relax. I could feel my eyes becoming heavy and slightly intoxicated from the seven different liquors in my drink. I glanced over to Dazai who is about to finish his 2nd beer and about to order his other. I noticed this place was a bit more packed for a Thursday night so I figured our food would be around 20 minutes

I was almost spot on about our wait time as I saw our waitress come back with a tray filled with our food and someones else's order. Placing our food down infront of us she left us with a "enjoy your meal!" And ran off to deliver her other orders in a rush. "finally I'm starving!" Dazai exclaimed with a hint of a buzzed slurr being as he was on his 4th beer. I was also feeling my alcohol a bit but still able to talk fine. I took a big bite out of my BLT and was in heaven. They make it just perfect here. A small stack of crushed crunchy bacon with 2 tomato slices on each triangle pieces of bread and just the right amount of lettuce and mayo. On the other hand I see Dazai devouring his steak as if it was going to be his last meal.

I sighed in reliefe as what normally happens when Dazai and I go out did not happen. He was finished with his steak and at the last sip of his beer. I was almost done with my side of fries as well as my drink. At least at the end of the night ill have a nice buzz for once instead of a nasty one as usal. I was just about to pay the check until I looked up.

I spoke too soon. I looked up and saw Dazai staring from across the room with a sexual smirk on his intoxiced red face. I searched for what caught his fancy to see a middle aged women sitting at the end of the bar on the other side of the restaurant twirling a strand of blonde hair in her finger, cat calling Dazai. Her full lips were painted blood red to match her spagettie strapped dress, her eye shadow as dark as night and blonde wavey hair down pasted her shoulders. I knew he wasn't going to resist making a move on her. Just as I called it, that's when he got up out of his seat without saying a word to me or looking at me and took the open seat she patted for him to sit in. He turned his seat to face directly at her and she inched closer to him. I turned away before I could see anymore of what he was doing.