[ He's certainly too heated and drunk to notice where the wallet came from—Yuuto, on the other hand, can take a good guess. Nonetheless, he stands back and watches as the man mutters some choice words and forcibly snatches the cash out of his hand. From the sounds of it, a part of him probably was hoping to deck someone in the face, but the money placates him just enough to back off.
The murmuring surrounding them seems to die off a little, and the man turns away—but not before he gives them both a glare, as if it's supposed to be some kind of warning—and elbows someone else, presumably a buddy, to come follow him.
Once they disappear into the crowd, Yuuto lets out a slow breath, combing fingers through his bangs. ]
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The murmuring surrounding them seems to die off a little, and the man turns away—but not before he gives them both a glare, as if it's supposed to be some kind of warning—and elbows someone else, presumably a buddy, to come follow him.
Once they disappear into the crowd, Yuuto lets out a slow breath, combing fingers through his bangs. ]
Some party.