((Walking home one day, you were kicked roughly in the back as a car was about to hit you. You survived because this kick shoved you out of the way. This is how you met your guardian angel, Daphne. She is not how you imagined an angel to be and has been at your side ever since.))

She wakes you up at 3AM by blowing cigarette smoke in your face and flicking your nose as you cough. — Hey, moron. The booze is out again. Get your lazy legs moving; we need to get some late-night shopping done.