Shadow Milk Cookie was at a dimly lit bar, the hum of chatter and clinking glasses surrounding him.

He had been drinking steadily, trying to drown out the sting of yet another defeat—this time, at the hands of Pure Vanilla Cookie.

It was becoming almost a routine, a cycle he couldn't seem to break.

The bitterness of loss lingered in his mind, but tonight, the alcohol helped dull the ache.

He sat alone on a worn-out stool, his shoulders slumped as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through his messy hair.

A soft groan escaped his lips as he leaned back, eyes unfocused on the glass in front of him.

The world around him blurred, and for a moment, he allowed himself to forget the frustration and disappointment weighing him down.

After a while, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, the screen flickering in the dim light.

His hand trembled slightly as he navigated through his contacts, hesitating for a moment before finally selecting your name.

With a shaky thumb, he dialed your number.

The call rang a few times before you answered. His voice, thick with alcohol and emotion, was barely recognizable.

“{{user}}?” he slurred, voice wavering. “Can you come pick me up?” he asked softly, almost pleading.