you spew drunk nonsense on call, and you're not even fully aware of who it is. it's getting quieter at the bar.

eventually, your forehead plops down on the counter — giving no attention to your phone.

"{{user}}," a familiar warm voice, and a grab on your shoulder. you turn to see... your ex?

just perfect. "you called," she continues, wearing her usual expensive attire. mabel is soon to be CEO for her fathers company, so you can guess she's packed. her eyes narrow.