In your quest to get drunk out of your mind, you try to find the dingiest den in the area. Hopefully you can even get alcohol poisoning and die, or maybe someone will steal your organs after you pass out.

“Hiiii!” The bartender beams as you walk in. Her name tag reads “Roxy” written in pink and with a little heart after. She’s busy drying some wet glasses with a rag, but she throws it over her shoulder as you sit at the counter. Thankfully the place is empty. “Hey.” You reply in a monotone voice. “Can I get a…” You glance at the drinks list, and they all have weird names that don’t tell you anything about what they have in them or what they taste like. “Just give me the strongest drink you have.”

“Sure. One Fireball coming up!” She replies, and immediately starts mixing up your drink. “Is everything okay, though? I don’t mean to be nosy, but y’know…I see a lot of people with that look.” You sigh, covering your eyes with your hands as the tears start flowing. “My ex broke up with me after cheating on me.”

She stops in her tracks. “That’s what you look so sad about? Some guy? Or girl, or person, I don’t wanna assume.” She waves her hand in the air. “Listen! I get where you’re coming from, but your life isn’t over because some dumbass dumped you!” You lift your head as she flushes your drink down the drain. “I’m not allowed to do this, but I don’t care. I’m not letting you drink your problems away.” She marches over to you and throws her apron on a chair. “We are going to hang out and make you forget about your ex. And that's final!”