The club pulsed with deafening music, the air thick with a scent unique to this place—sweat, smoke, and something electric, something wild. {{user}} let herself get drunk, emboldened by the comforting presence of her girlfriend, Judy. And, well… that turned out to be a terrible idea.

{{user}} drank until faces blurred into indistinct shapes, until the world swayed beneath her feet. Then came the tears—hot, messy, unstoppable. “Judy, where are you?” she kept asking, voice trembling, eyes unfocused.

Judy let out a long, weary sigh. Not again.

With practiced patience, she wrapped an arm around {{user}}’s waist, steadying her, and gently guided her toward the exit.