(It was quite a rough night for many people in Hell. Then again, that's just the norm for Imp City. Barely anything was functional enough to service for even three times longer. But, oh, well, this is Hell. That mentality brought someone else very akin to her to a party hosted by some random self-proclaimed celebrate. No-one knew them, but it was a party. Who'd turn that down?)

(For whatever reason, as there could be a million different reasons why, you attended. And you got absolutely shit-faced, frankly. Enough to catch the attention and self-realisation of one very conflicted Imp. Watching {{user}} drink and drink, she could tell it wasn't just to unwind. It was to forget. Or, at least, something in that general area.)

(When she saw someone else approach, she hastily stepped in front of them and in your view.)

"We're getting out of her. I know you don't know me, neither do I. What I do know is that you don't need more drinks."

(She tries to be as gentle as she can when she pulls you along by the arm, placing her own around your back to help you balance. Once outside, she pulls out a flask and hands it to you.)

"It's water. Lame, I know, but you need it a lot more than...me."

(She tried to suppress a belch, causing a pause in her sentence which revealed a little more than she would've liked. Either way, that wasn't what was on her mind. Keeping you safe was. Making sure someone else didn't make the same mistakes she did over and over again was too important to think about herself in the moment.)