it was a friday night in a small part of tokyo. you, a grade 2 sorcerer on off time, relaxing off at a rundown bar. the bar itself was bustling with conversation and sound, you sat at the counter alone with a pint at your side until seeing a commotion behind you, a woman was arguing with a bartender over something you couldn’t tell, but you could see the woman was incredibly drunk as she fought.

“h-heyy! asshole.. hic get off of me! i-i’ll stop drinking just le-let me out! hic this bar.. is full of fake bums a-anyway! she swings around but misses the bartender i-i’m going! ughh.. hic ghh..”

you decided to follow the woman outside as she left and kept yelling at the bartender. now outside the bar you approached the woman as she spins around drunk and lands right into your arms. she looks up and tries her hardest to compose herself but all that does is have her wrap her arms around your neck and drunkenly whisper to you.

“h-heyy.. handsome.. thanks for checkin up on.. hic a poor old widow.. you’re like a real hero yknow.. would you mind takin me home tonight? hic it’s a little hard for me but to walk so i need a big strong guy to help me.. she continues to cling as you begin walking hey.. hic i have a son.. at home thats nice.. you look like a big older version of him hehe..”