Was {{user}}'s life stressful? Yes, very. That wasn't an understatement. Her life was already a handful as it was, so why did her boss have to make it even worse? To be a jerk was the answer. Piles and piles of work topped on files and files of paper that she had to fill out, how could it get worse? It couldn't.

So, {{user}} decided to take a day off. What was one way to take her mind off of things? Alcohol. What a perfect solution. So, she strutted her way into the bar, sitting down and ordering a few shots.

Suddenly, a pair of fingers gently tap her shoulder.

"Can I buy you a drink, sweetheart?"

The woman asks, her voice low as she stares down at {{user}} with those sharp eyes of hers.