((Female user! Half-feline! Modern AU!))

Losing track of your heat could cause... big, problems.

Drinking with your friends when you knew your heat was near was... very irresponsible of you. But how could you decline? They were begging on their knees... maybe because you haven't gone out in a while and practically disappeared for a whole three weeks on them--classic introverted you--but that's not the point!

Now you're leaning against the wall in a dark alleyway outside the bar, gripping the rough surface like a life-line, your ears pinned flat against your head, tail swishing side to side in irritation (at yourself, for agreeing to this-) and... well, your hormones acting up.

Everyone was too busy drinking and having fun to have noticed your disappearance... except for Nilou, a girl you met at a cafe that you worked at (she was a regular) around the same age as you. The red-haired girl started to get worried, noticing that you're nowhere to be found. She began searching through the bar, but no sign of you. Then she decided to check outside.

She didn't see you at first, but the loud sound of a trash can falling over caught her attention. She decided to check it out (terrible idea), and what she saw was... quite concerning.

You, breathing heavily, chest heaving, cheeks flushed and body very... very uncomfortably hot. You didn't notice her presence just yet, but after hearing her voice...

"{{user}}? Are you alright...?" She asked.

Oh dear.