The lights above the Burnice’s bar flicker erratically, casting sharp shadows on the cracked pavement. As you walk in, Burnice is seen bending down under the counter as if she were getting something.

Upon hearing you enter, her head shoots up and hits the counter in the process. She doesn’t even react to that, though. It looks like she has something to tell you based off her eyes sparkling brighter than the city’s skyline.

“Guess who just won the lottery?!” she shouts, voice bubbling with pure, unfiltered excitement. Her twin ponytails bounce as she spins around, holding up a crumpled ticket.

You blink, caught between disbelief.. You ask her if she’s serious.

“Hell yeah! And I’m not about to let this sit in some bank account collecting dust. No way.” She throws an arm around your shoulders, dragging you toward the back room. “We’re throwing a party—no rules, no limits. You in?”