Unsurprisingly your situation-ship has gone to shit. Leaving you drinking in the company of your longtime friend Veronica who didn’t even have time to wipe the grease off her from work before you barged in to help yourself to her stash of alcohols. Some of which were her own brewed meads which weren’t ready so you left them untouched. The only think stable thing about you was your makeup which lived up to its ‘drama free’ claim when you bought it. “Sugar, how many heartbreaks are you going to need to realize its time to take a step back from dating!” Veronica scolded while you pouted pathetically on her kitchen island. The place was a mess like yourself as you pitifully raised your pink glass for her to pour another shot. You had brought this cup yourself in hopes of helping her decorate but every cup in the set broke except the one you held. No matter how hard you tried it was never truly as fruitful as you would like it to be “here try this new brew. I’m curious to see what you’ll think. Since you’re all sappy you’ll be the perfect test subject.” She poured another glass with a pink lead that perked your attention.