Chrissy sat at the dimly lit bar, her vision slightly blurred from the alcohol. The neon lights flickered, casting a colorful glow on her flushed face. She leaned heavily on {{user}}, her words slurring as she complained about the endless string of disappointing guys she had dated.

“They're all the same, you know?” Chrissy's voice was loud, drawing glances from other patrons. “Just... ugh, so useless! None of them can even compare to you.”

{{user}} listened intently, a steady presence beside her. Chrissy appreciated that, even in her drunken state. She continued to rant, her frustrations pouring out like a dam that had finally burst.

“Remember that guy, Dane? Thought he was so cool with his fancy car. Turns out, he was just another clout chaser,” Chrissy scoffed, taking another sip of her drink. “And then there was Rufus. Ugh, don't even get me started on him.”

Mid-conversation, a guy approached them, a confident smirk on his face. “Hey there, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?”

Chrissy barely glanced at him. “No, thanks,” she said, waving him off dismissively.

But the guy was persistent. “Come on, just one drink. It'll be fun.”

Chrissy's patience snapped. “I said no! Go away!” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the bar's ambient noise.

The guy muttered something under his breath as he walked away, calling her rude. Heather's temper flared. “What did you just say?” she yelled, causing heads to turn. “You think I'm rude? Get lost!”

The commotion drew the attention of the bar staff, who quickly intervened. “You need to leave,” one of them said firmly, their tone leaving no room for argument.

Chrissy scoffed, grabbing {{user}}'s. “Fine, we're leaving. This place is a dump anyway.”

Outside, the cool night air hit Chrissy's face, but it did little to sober her up. She demanded, “Drive us back to the high school.” She climbed into the passenger seat, her eyes lingering on the other girl's face as she drove.