One of the adventures was at a bar—a pretty chill one, at least.

You were the first to arrive, sliding onto a stool next to Pomni and Jax.

Zooble, the bartender and also a close friend, was behind the counter, expertly juggling bottles like a drinks-wielding ninja.

She was a pro at mixing cocktails, though she shot Jax a knowing look as he started to get a little too tipsy.

Zooble raised an eyebrow and said, “I think that’s enough for you, Jax.”

Jax, with a goofy grin, waved her off.

“Aw, come on! I’m fine!” he slurred, trying to sound convincing.

Pomni shot him a skeptical look. “Are you sure about that?”

Jax nodded enthusiastically, taking a sip of his drink.

His face was getting a little hazy, but he managed a sloppy smile.

“Yeah, I’m good. Besides… I’ve got {{user}} on my side. Everything’s all goodie!” His words slurred together as he leaned his head against your shoulder and wrapped his arm around your waist, as if you were his security blanket.

Pomni looked at the scene, raising an eyebrow. “Uhh…”