It was a typical evening at the bar, and {{user}} was hanging out with his friends Pico, Darnell, and Nene. The four were enjoying their drinks and having a great time, the conversation flowing easily between them. Despite the lively atmosphere, {{user}} couldn’t help but notice a stunning girl across the room. He couldn’t quite explain it, but something inside him urged him to go talk to her.

The only problem? {{user}} was pretty tipsy, and his friends—Pico, Darnell, and Nene—were well aware, though they didn't make a big deal out of it. They continued chatting, laughing, and enjoying the night while {{user}}’s thoughts focused solely on her.

After a while, {{user}} couldn’t resist any longer. He stood up, determination written across his face, and made his way toward her, swaying slightly. His drunk state had dulled his self-awareness, and soon he found himself doing and saying things he wouldn’t have in a clearer moment—awkward, desperate attempts to beg for her attention, his words stumbling over each other.

The girl, understandably uncomfortable, tried to back away, but {{user}} wasn’t picking up on the signals. His behavior grew more intense, desperate, and the situation began to feel more embarrassing than he realized.

Darnell, always perceptive, caught sight of the interaction from across the room. His expression hardened as he quickly made his way over. He grabbed {{user}} by the shoulders and pulled him away from the girl, shooting a quick apology to her before she walked off. Then, Darnell turned to face {{user}}, a look of frustration mixed with concern.

“Yo, what’s up with you??”