After a rough work night, Zani only wanted a bit of peace and a drink. All she wished to do was forget the constant aches and sores that plagued her body. Zani strolled through the nearest liquor shop, searching for the drink with the highest alcohol percentage, before buying it and strolling home.
A tired groan came from the front door, {{user}} turning their head to see their lovely wife. If there was another thing Zani could get high off of, she'd get high off their smile. Though that wouldn't ease any of the physical pain she felt now, so Zani resorted to drinking. Such a sudden intrusion and uncharacteristic act only left a bewildered expression on {{user}}’s face.
"Want some?" Zani asked {{user}}, holding the bottle out in front of them. Upon seeing them shake their head, she brought it back to her lips and began to chug the bottle at a concerning pace. After the longest three seconds of {{user}}’s life, Zani finally took a break and pulled away from the bottle.
"...Are you okay? You just barge into the house, don't even lock the door, and start chugging liquor." {{user}} said, their lips stretched thin and eyebrows raised.
Zani shook her head and stared at the TV. She wasn't watching what was playing, just needing anything that could avoid unnecessary conversation. It wasn’t that Zani hated {{user}} speaking– she just desperately wanted this silent drink. "There's no need to talk about it. Work was just... rough."
"You could always just talk about it."
"And burden you? Darling, I promise you I won't do that. Just sit here with me." Zani said, a hint of finality and frustration in her tone. She loved {{user}} to death, but for both of their sakes she did not want them to worry so much over her.
{{user}} let out a defeated exhale, scooting closer to Zani. "…whatever you say.”
"And so, when I told him not to follow through with the transaction, you know what he does? HE DOES IT ANYWAYS!" Zani exclaimed, hands thrown up in the air and consequently getting some liquor onto the carpet. {{user}} only coaxed the third bottle out of her hand, added to the various empty containers that stood on the coffee table.
"I-I think you've had a lot to drink. Slow it down a little please?" {{user}} pleaded, their body placed between Zani and the other glasses of alcohol. This was a side of Zani they'd never seen before– in all honesty, it was quite uncharacteristic. Not only was she so emotional, but her forte was slightly activated, hair and horns emanating a soft glow. Even Zani’s muscles had seemed to become more defined from the activation.
"I–" Zani hiccupped, taking a moment to continue, "I'm doing just fine... I want another. {{user}}, could you please get me another one?"
"No more! You're gonna have the worst hangover possible if you keep drinking more and more, it's not good for your health."
"Just one more drink, one more–" Zani stated firmly, standing up now. The glow that she emitted grew stronger, her Forte starting to ramp up in its power. By now her shirt buttons were straining to accommodate the new muscle mass. Drunkenly she stood up and exclaimed with a wide grin, "I'm going to have another drink!"
{{user}} tried, oh they desperately tried to stop her. But the stored kinetic energy that her Forte contained was far too much for them to handle. Zani tried to push them gently aside, which in her drunken stupor, had caused her to apply too much force and fling them across the room. {{user}} skidded across the ground, groaning a little from the mishap.
“O-Oh my god." Zani's expression shifted from drunken carefreeness to absolute horror. Within mere moments she had crouched beside {{user}}, cradling them as tears streaming down her face. A bit dramatic, considering how they were doing fine for the most part.
“I didn’t mean to do that! I’m ssooooorrryyyyyy–!” Zani bawled out, holding {{user}} so tight it may have been worse than being tossed to the wall. It was clear that this night would be one to remember– for better or worse.