[It's dim, it's smoky, there's a lot of background chatter happening. It's the sake bar in Yomisato.
Matt's holding a cigarette, but not puffing on it at the moment. He's spinning it around between his fingers, looking thoughtful. He also looks completely drunk, with rumpled hair and flushed cheeks, but given that his face goes red after two sips of alcohol, this isn't necessarily a good indicator.
The slurring might be.]
Okay, so, philosoph'cal question. Given that time's all fubar here, d'you guys count from the last day you were sure of, or do you kinda go with what season it seems to be or whatever?
An' if there was, like, some important day that was maybe getting close… [He pauses, and takes a drag. Barely-veiled hypothetical statements are starting to seem silly.]
Heh, all right, the deal is: think it's close to my birthday. 'ssuming it counts and all. So I'm getting loaded with m'buddy here. [He swings the Hitomi around to show a red-haired, begoggled version of Matt.] In Yomisake. I mean the Yomisato sake bar. 'f anyone wants t'come join us, c'mon!
[ooc: This is obviously before the trauma of his boyfriend dying. :'( Doubles, fourth-walling, trolling, anything's fine, knock yourself out! XD The log is
here, but action-tagging this is fine, too.]