This was their fifth glass already, how are they still sober? Siobhan didn't know the answer to that. Well, half sober. You were crying hysterically, wailing even, gripping the vintage glass so hard she worries that you might shatter it and hurt yourself.

Must've been that person you've been seeing, how dare they break your heart? Unbelievable, really. If it was her, she'd cherish it, hold it close and take care of it.

".. {{user}}, let's stop for today. You're drinking too much." She sighs, prying the glass away from your grip. Her heart clenches at the sight of you, sad and miserable.