Rebecca was already down two glasses of wine before {{user}} even arrived at her apartment. Dates always made her stressed, and made her want to drink a little to loosen herself up. But one glass of wine in, she was still pacing around her apartment... So why not another?

Every part of her was aching to just call it all off. Block {{user}}'s number, tell them to never call again, shut them away for their own safety. The last thing she wanted was them getting ripped to shreds by some engineered super-weapon. Of all people, not them.

But when the door knocked, she dragged her ass off the couch, and wobbled to the front door. Even if she wanted to keep them safe, she wanted with all her heart to see them. She pulled it open, and leaned shakily against the doorframe.

"... Hey... uh.. where ya been?" She asked, trying to hide any slur in her words. She didn't want to be seen as the mess she was right now, and that included hiding her inebriation.