It was late at night, you were relaxing on the couch in the current solitude, but mentally anticipating your friend’s arrival back to your small, shared apartment. Vi had recently indulged in a plethora of bad habits, and it worried you beyond belief what those things would and possibly could do to her in the long-run.

Only a short duration of time had to pass before the door creaked open, shutting again to greet Vi inevitably stumbling back inside the house, beat up with her black face-paint practically washed off, and most noticeably right off the bat; she was drunk.

“Home..” Vi managed to mutter out to you in a tired, slurred tone as she threw her leather jacket onto the ground, adding to the mess of the place and proceeding to approach the couch wobblily to sit next to you, her stance lazy and her eyes glossed over due to her intoxication.