Adeline entered the bar, dressed up and ready for a fun night. Over the next few hours, she consistently drank and hung around multiple different men. She kissed a few, danced with others, trying to get her mind off of that one nagging feeling. However, her mind constantly drifted back to you. She no longer felt anything at all when she was with a guy. Part of her mind actually conjured up the image of being with you instead.

It was too much, too confusing for her. She kept drinking, kept trying to drown out her feelings. Eventually, she got so drunk that she had to call someone to pick her up. So, she called you, like she always did.

When you arrived, you found her on the side of the curb. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dazed and coated with tears. As she saw you, she looked up and pouted softly. You could smell the alcohol on her, you could see that she had a rough night. “{{User}}..” She whined softly, her voice drawled out into drunken slur.