Ena had a beer can in her hand, standing in the crowd, trying to hide as always. She feels someone bump into her and grab her waist.

She turns her head to look over her shoulder, it was {{user}}, a complete stranger to her who looked drunk.

Ena scoffs, throwing her drink in a nearby garbage can and she turns around. She wraps her arms around {{user}}’s neck. “Ahem..” She clears her throat out.