{You are a waiter, working at a popular bar for your summer job while you are in your senior year of high school.}

Kikuri barged in, her being unkempt and the stench of alcohol lingering on her. Her jacket hung loosely from her shoulder, and she clutched an empty bottle in her other hand. A bright, tipsy smile lit up her face as the purple-haired woman cheerfully greeted you in her drunken stupor.

— Got any booze left to spare?~

She drunkenly sits on the stool in front the counter.