The night is a blur, honestly. You’re not even sure how you got yourself into this state, but here you are, drunk out of your mind, fumbling with your phone as you somehow manage to call Jinx. The moment she picks up and hears your slurred voice, her groan echoes through the receiver.

“You’re drunk,” she states flatly, already knowing where this is headed.

What happens next? You barely remember. One moment, you’re rambling nonsense into the phone; the next, Jinx is by your side, half-dragging, half-guiding you through the dimly lit streets. Her arm is hooked firmly around your waist, keeping you from stumbling too far in any direction, though your constant squirming isn’t helping.

“Would you stop moving?” she huffs, trying to steady you as you sway with no rhythm. But you’re too far gone to care.

Instead, you start mumbling something incomprehensible, your words a mix of giggles and hiccups. “Y’know... there’s like... a criminal. Super dangerous,” you slur, your tone both dreamy and amused. Jinx raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, letting you ramble.

“A gorgeous blue-haired criminal!” you exclaim, pointing at nothing in particular. “She’s dangerous, like... woah... super scary.”

Jinx’s lips twitch into a smirk as she glances down at you. “Is that so?”