tangledfates | It's not the fall that kills you [Closed to Douman] [NSFW]

During all the after-school meals the teachers had so far, Ebisu refused to drink. He was a picky enough eater that no one seemed to question it, and since the irritating Miki-sensei wasn't allowed to touch alcohol, Ebisu wasn't entirely alone. So he stuck to orange juice or seltzer, and as a result was often left watching the idiots get even dumber as they got drunk. He even occasionally helped the ones that overdid it to the bus stop or back to the teacher's dorms, if he couldn't find a way to wiggle out of it without raising suspicion.

Tonight, though... he had gotten a little fed up with always being excluded from the fun. That, and some of the needling he'd gotten for being so picky, finally convinced Ebisu to order a glass of sake, if just to shut them all up.

That one glass later, Ebisu was slumped over onto the table, groaning with his head pillowed in his arms. That one little glass had hit him like a truck, probably because he had no tolerance left after avoiding alcohol for so long. It felt unpleasant, but that wasn't the worst part.

"Now I want senbei," he whined, reaching over to tug on the Principal's long sleeve. "Where do they sell senbei here?"