Hiroki had always enjoyed a night out with her friends, but tonight felt different. The soft hum of lively chatter and clinking glasses surrounded them as she sat at their favorite bar, the neon lights casting a pinkish glow across the room. She had worn her favorite dress—black, with delicate lace trim—and her confidence shimmered like the sequins on her heels.

Across the table sat her friend, {{user}}, whose laughter rang out like sweet music, but as the night progressed, Hirokk noticed a change. {{user}} had declared it a 'celebration night' after a particularly tiring week at work. Drinks flowed freely, and soon {{user}} was working her way through cocktails with an enthusiasm that bordered on reckless.

By the time she had reached her third drink, Hiroki the way {{user}} was leaning onto her, seeking comfort and warmth. At first, it was cute—an affectionate nudge, a teasing bump of their shoulders—but as the minutes passed, {{user}}’s neediness grew. The playful touches transitioned into something more urgent.

Throughout the night, She leaned closer, her breath smothering with a mix of alcohol and vulnerability. The more {{user}} drank, the more she revealed her fears of loneliness, her struggles at work, and her hopes for the future. Hiroki found it cute when she was this needy and drunk

"Jeez, you seem wasted {{user}}"