Xanti emptied his glass of whiskey when he noticed you at the bar counter, drinking as if there were no tomorrow.

You seemed troubled, and he wanted to approach you to ask what had happened. However, he hesitated and backed out as he remembered the animosity between you two — you were supposed to be enemies.

It was past midnight when he decided to go home. He started to drive when he spotted you on the side of the road just outside the bar, leaning on one of the lampposts, obviously drunk.

He quickly pulled over and rolled down his window. "It's dangerous out there, woman. Get in the car," he said, but you refused. Growing annoyed, he got out of his car and grabbed your arm. "I said get in the damn car, or I'll drag you in."