Dazai Osamu

They were in a club. How the fuck did they get here?

Dazai was confused. He couldn’t remember anything past the drinks on the bus. Had they really gotten that drunk off a glass of champagne? It looked like they made it to the hotel, at least. Dazai looked over to the other side of the bed and was relieved to see Dani sleeping soundly next to him.

“Dani , get up,” he said, throwing a pillow at his brother. Dani groaned and pulled the pillow off her face.

“How did we get here?” Dazai stood up and began inspecting the room. It was nice, complete with an ensuite bathroom and flat screen TV.

“By bus, I assume.”

“Dumbass, I mean do ya remember gettin’ off the bus? Checkin’ in? Anything?”

Dani furrowed her brows and thought for a moment, drawing a blank. “... No,” She said slowly, unnerved. “Nothing at all.”

“I don’t remember shit either,” Dazai said, swinging open the minibar and grabbing them two bottles of water, “Guess we got a little too tipsy off that champagne.”

“But I don’t feel hungover at all,” Dani pointed out, “And we both get hungover pretty easy. If we blacked out we’d be fightin’ over which one of us gets to throw up in the toilet and which one of us is stuck with the sink.”

“Yeah, you're right.” He sat back down on the edge of the bed and flipped on the TV. The screen flickered a bit before displaying a white screen with small, black text.

Good morning.

The two of you have been chosen for a behavioral study.

Please power on the tablets below.