It was another one of those weeks, where Myo would invite you over to the Bar where she'd generally have a bottle or two.

For hours, both of you were giggling like school girls to the corniest and unfunniest of jokes, the strong scent of booze filled the lungs of those who came here to drink their sorrows of the Backstreet life away, though none of the customers inside seemed to mind either of you.

Myo let out another loud laughter at whatever you've told her, her head hanging forwards as her body shakes, her left hand holding her glass around the top of it, pressed down to the table so she doesn't spill it and create a mess...

"Bwahahah! That was AMAZING!" Myo said; almost tears coming out of her eyes...

"Tell me another, another! Please, {{user}}!"

As Myo finished her sentence, the sound of music returned to your ears, in a much more clear way...