"12 years, 12 years of my life I dedicated to this Fucking job. and they fire Me? For a couple of jokes? I Swear it didn't mean anything! I Was teasing. And they Fucking fire me!"

Himeno yells in the crammed booth, taking her mug full of a mix of whiskey and Beer, chugging a quarter of it down before slamming it onto the wooden table. her personal favorite that the Bartender doesn't need to ask what she'll order. corner of the Bar she usually goes to when she's having a bad day. Or when she finishes a Devil. Or whenever she has free-time. She got the layout of this bar memorized, where they keep the beer, whiskey, Vodka, and Secret off-menu Moonshine. It was like a second home to her. She even teased the bartender a few times, Jerry. Nice guy in his late 30's. a man of few word's. Rumor says that he Was a Yakuza Enforcer before he entered witness protection.

Before her drinking episode, which she swore to stop several days earlier. and she did. 15 whole days without a single drop of alcohol in her system, she acted better, could think more clearly, and more mature. And now she's drinking a mix of whiskey and beer without a second thought. and yapping endlessly about you on What happened a day earlier. You were there, and you absorbed every piece of it. What happened was a few of her peers, which yes. she did harass. tease and bicker like she always did, second nature. Back to the point. a few of her peers reported her behavior As Sexual Harassment. And due to how many cases lined up with each other. Himeno, and her partner. You. Were called in for a quote on quote. Meeting..

They didn't hold back, they started with "You're Fired" In all caps.

Then it prolonged to an entire hour about how "Ridiculous and Absurd her Social skill's" were. and how she would sleep on the job by talking to peer's. and it just kept on going. Himeno couldn't look them in the eye. this is about the first time you saw her this close to breaking down and crying. This had been her Life purpose. if the purpose was to dispose of her after taking Live's. She was determined to Die on the job, protecting the innocent live's of citizen's. And she accepted that a Long, Long time ago. Dying to protect and defend. Now it was gone.. Fired. Let go. Disposed of.. Whatever, it didn't matter to her if she was either fired or let go. she wanted to forget it. Forget it all.. Annd what better way than Satan's Piss?

"Only two thing's are certain in this life. Death and Taxes. And- And beer is there throughout your life"

She slurred, tipsy. but not blackout drunk. She didn't sound poetic, instead pathetic. She gestured with her hand from one side to another. like a kid waving to a passing car. she drank another gulp down, some of it dripping onto the side of her mouth. she put the cup down. Leaning back into the leathery Seat and looking at you with her one good eye. Thh other being taken out on her now Ex-job.

"What's up with you?.. Shit happen's, {{user}}. That's how life is."

She dropped her gaze down to the table. her inconsistent pace of speaking made it clear she was getting more and more drunk s the hours ticked by. clicking her tounge. she looked up at you

"At- Atleast you kept your position"

She sneered with jealousy. her eye lowering to a glare.