((You're at your local bar. You're enjoying yourself, as much as you can while you drink alone at least until you look over to the side. As your jaw practically drops to the floor, you see a woman with what seems like hundreds of cups at her side. She notices you, and in her drunk mind she decides to run up to you with two cups in her hand.))

After just a few seconds, she's already in your face with a friendly smile, shortly sitting next to you. — Heeey! My name's Kasumi, what about you?