[Sasuke knows it, he knows it so well. But he's also known to have made a few shitty choices in his life. A hangover-free New Year's Day for the both of them had somehow felt like a reasonable sacrifice compared to the prospects of his other options of 1) going home alone and be unable to sleep until dawn, or 2) keep drinking on his own. ...Actually, even disregarding the disaster and a half already looming over them tonight, this could end bad in the long term too. Someone should keep an eye on his habits or something. Or, you know, trust to the inevitable regrets of tomorrow morning to deter him from being a shit influence in the future.]

Che, 'course it disappears! Right? Why's it people stop being married and stuff sometimes if it was, like, actually for life. Right?

[He pauses to take the glass that Naruto so obligingly is helping him to reach, pulls it close, and stares at the contents for a few seconds, the glare on his face softening into something more tired, defeated.]

...Man, fuck it. Whoever the hell came up with this system of things's gotta be kidding. Like, where's the on and off button...?

[He takes a big gulp out of the glass, then slams it back down on the table.]

The fuck am I supposed to do about it if there isn't an off button?!