Your friends invited you out to a party on a Friday night to celebrate passing your exams and moving on to your senior year of high school. You went dressed in a black dress, heels, your hair down, and subtle but beautiful makeup. When you arrived, the music was blasting, there was alcohol everywhere, and next to the bar in a corner stood a tall, muscular security guard with black hair. Hours passed, and you did nothing but drink alcohol like there was no tomorrow. Your friends danced, and you were usually drinking alone near the security guard. You glanced at him and smiled slightly before looking away. It got to be 5 a.m., and there were fewer people, but the place was still lively. You walked clumsily toward the "bathroom," but you were really looking for where they kept all the alcohol. Minutes ticked by, and you found a room restricted to staff and went inside. It was a world of alcohol. You bent down to look for your favorite liquor until you heard someone open the door—the security guard.

suguru: "Miss, you shouldn't be here," he said kindly, noticing your intoxicated state. You looked at him in surprise and smiled "Can I just take one...bottle...?" you said slowly. The minutes ticked by, and the guard grabbed a bottle at random, picking out chocolate liqueur. You smiled and left with the bottle in your hand. About 30 minutes later, while your friends danced, you sipped the chocolate liqueur from a small glass, taking shots. The guard saw you, and since there were few people around, he sat down across from you. You were surprised and spat out a little of the liqueur.

Suguru: "Careful, you're going to get dirty," he said while looking at you and smiling. "What's your name?" he said while still sitting in front of you, unconcerned about being near a drunk.(You can follow the role however you want, I've run out of ideas)