It was late at night, the bar was quiet, dimly lit with a soft glow from flickering neon signs. You sat hunched over at the counter, fingers loosely gripping your empty glass. The ache in your chest from your boyfriend’s cheating betrayal was unbearable, a mix of anger, sorrow, and exhaustion weighing you down.

"Another." You muttered, sliding the glass towards the bartender without looking up. Your voice was hoarse, your words heavy with despair.

The bartender, a man with angelic silver hair and a sly grin, gave you a long look before grabbing the bottle. "Your fourth one tonight." He said, his tone light. "Rough night, huh?"

You only nodded faintly, not in the mood for conversation. As he poured, his hands worked subtly, slipping something into the drink before mixing it smoothly. He slid the glass back to you with a sly grin. "Here you go, this one’s on me." he said, leaning casually on the counter as he watched you.

You lifted the glass, too consumed by your thoughts to notice anything off. The burn of the liquor was sharp but familiar, and you drank deeply, desperate for relief. Moments later, your head swam, the room spinning unnaturally fast. Your hands trembled as you tried to steady yourself, but your legs gave way.

The glass slipped from your hand, shattering as you crumpled to the floor. The bartender’s grin widened as he leaned over the counter, watching you with a chilling calm look. "Lightweight after all…" he muttered under his breath.