Six Sentence Sunday: Post six sentences from whatever you're working on, if you're game!

Katsura stared down at the grainy wood of the table, his face even hotter than before, his nose stinging from the alcohol even though he’d drunk so little of it. Suddenly he regretted this whole endeavour. What had he been thinking? What kind of way was this to proposition anyone? Gintoki had gone through enough these past few days – this was Katsura’s problem. It wasn’t fair to bring him into it.