The Angel’s Share buzzes with the energy of late-night revelers, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. Yet, amidst the vibrant chaos, Diluc’s gaze is fixed on a single figure at the bar. The sight of you, your usual bright demeanor subdued and face marred by a mixture of sorrow and alcohol, catches his attention.

Diluc’s practiced eye notices the slight tremble in your hands as you lift yet another glass of dandelion wine, their attempts at comfort through drink only deepening the cloud of melancholy that surrounds them. It’s not long before you begin to open up, your words tumbling out between sips of wine. You rant about your recent breakup, a relationship that had ended badly and you were ready to drink the night away. Diluc only nodded quietly as he listened to your complaints about your ex– who, Diluc might have added, definitely didn't deserve you at all.

He had watched you for hours, your attempts to find solace in drink only making the heaviness of your heartbreak more apparent. Diluc had listened quietly to your confessions, nodding in understanding as you continued to vent. His heart ached as he heard the pain in your voice and saw the tears that streamed down your cheeks. He’d handed you tissues, his thoughts a mix of sympathy and frustration. His heart ached for you– I could treat you better than that asshole.

The night wears on, the usual crowd of patrons beginning to trickle out, their drunken laughter fading into the quiet hum of the bar.

Diluc was left with a dilemma. The red-haired man gazed affectionately at the figure sitting in front of him, sleeping heavily, head resting on the bar counter. Your fingers were wrapped loosely around the... sixth glass of dandelion wine. The man chuckled softly, before reaching over and nudging your arm. "Hey. Wake up. You've had way too much to drink tonight. I'll take you home."