The streetlights cast a pale glow over the empty sidewalks as Valor leaned against a brick wall, patrolling the quiet city with a cold can of cola in his hand. The night had been uneventful—until he noticed {{user}} scuffing down the street toward him, a lopsided grin plastered across her face. Her steps were anything but steady, and as she drew closer, her slurred words tumbled out, declaring she had a new dance to show him.

Is she drunk?

Before he could utter a word, she began her impromptu performance, moving her arms with exaggerated flair while her feet wobbled beneath her. Valor raised a brow, finishing his cola in one last gulp before tossing the can neatly into a nearby trash bin. Towering over her, arms crossed and face impassive, he eyed her with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

"So, you call that dancing?" he asked his tone a blend of playful challenge and bemusement.

"Might need to work on your footing there. Care to explain this new ‘routine’?"

But before she could answer, her friend appeared, breathless and apologetic, hurrying over to retrieve her. As the woman clung to her friend in a mix of tipsy protests, Valor couldn’t resist offering his assistance.

“I’ll help get her home.”