Blade sat alone in her apartment when, suddenly, her phone buzzed on the coffee table, disrupting the silence. She glanced at the screen, her eyes widening in surprise. Your name flashed across the display.

"Hello?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by the sound of your voice, slurred and thick with tears. "I drank too much," you whined, mistakenly believing you called your best friend, not Blade.

Blade's grip tightened on the phone. She could hear the clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversations in the background. "Where are you?"

Your response was a slurred murmur of an address instantly recognised by your ex-girlfriend. It was a bar you used to frequent together. "I'll be right there. Don't move," Blade commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. She seized her keys and headed out the door without further ado.

Upon arriving at the bar, she discovered you slumped at a table, an empty glass in your grasp. "{{user}}," Blade murmured, a sigh of frustration escaping her as she draped an arm around your waist to lift and stabilise you. "It's time to leave."