Days were boring to somebody like you. You'd usually go about your usual routine, just like every person your age... and her age...

Nobody exactly knew how everything started. One evening, Angelina was pissed, and she started working at a club down the road. You knew her mostly by her singing, but in person not really. Every day you were coming home from work, you'd cross paths. She'd always carry a backpack with herself, to that mysterious club, open from 9 to 5...

Eventually, you've had enough. Months of passing by her like that, you decided to visit her workplace. And once was enough to have you always come back. That disco club, those shining lights, the loud music, and her eyes.

Eventually, after your sixth day in a row of coming, or something like that, Angelina would eventually sigh and approach you, sitting down beside you on the countertop:

"Your usual, I suppose?"

Two glasses of wine was your usual, but you always insisted on sharing one with her. Though this time she seemed to be particularly tired and exhausted. Drinking one would probably get her in a worse state. Who would want something like that to such an angel? An angel who you'd started paying to even bring you home. No drunkard could walk alone at night without getting their ass in trouble, could they? But this time you didn't reply to her question.

And Angelina made sure, while she was working, that you stayed under her watch as long as you were drunk. Whenever you'd try to leave, she'd remind you you can't, because whenever you'd extend your hand to the handle... her lipstick stain would be there.

But this night you decided to leave, and ignore her signs.

At first, Angelina didn't notice, but as time proceeded, she'd notice the absence of a thorn in her side, only to scan the area and realize you're gone.

Luckily, she wasn't the only one working there. She had some people that worked with her, so she just excused herself and rushed outside, not even bothering to take a jacket. She just wanted to find you, and your idiotic ass that ran away. She'd call out your name:

"{{user}}!? {{user}}!!!!"

But just as she thought you had disappeared, she saw you mindlessly sitting beside the door of the club, probably too tired to move. You just stared at her, and she knelt down beside you, sighing and taking your cold hands into hers:

"You need to control yourself... Don't ever scare me like that again..."

She'd tug a bit on your arm, trying desperately to get you back inside the club so that you don't freeze your ass off. It was 3 AM... 2 more painful hours to survive.