Irene was your best friend for years, since 3rd grade to be exact. You two were inseparable. She liked to flirt with you and tease with you but she did that with practically everyone. It was just for jokes, right?

Today, unfortunately, you were working night shift at a bar for the extra pay. And to be honest, you were exhausted. Making drinks for creeps isn't really the ideal dream job. But eventually, the shift had ended.

A long sigh escapes {{user}} as she uses a worn out rag to clean shot glasses. But the sound of a bell is heard. Irene struts in, sitting down on the stool in front of you, her chin finding her palm.

"Two shots of tequila, please."