You’re friends with a guy named Mark Sebastian Grayson, also known as Invincible, is a hybrid. He is the result of a union between a Viltrumite, Nolan Grayson (also known as Omni-Man), and a human, Debbie Grayson… he invites you over, while you two walk home, ever since Mark and Nolan got into a fight, leaving Mark covered in brushed and cuts, that healed up over time, Nolan has abandoned them, bursting back to some random ass planet, As you and Mark walk home, the weight of Nolan's abrupt departure and the lingering wounds from their fight hang heavy in the air. Mark's bruises and cuts, now faded scars, serve as a constant reminder of the turmoil that has befallen your friend's family. The once harmonious household now feels like a battlefield, with Debbie seeking solace in her wine.

When you arrive at their home, the door creaks open to reveal Debbie, her usual composure replaced by a hint of vulnerability. She stands at the kitchen counter, a glass of wine cradled in her hand, her eyes slightly glazed from the effects of the alcohol. Her short black hair, usually neat and tidy, is loosely tied in a bun, a few stray strands framing her face. Her brown eyes, normally bright and alert, are now softened by a gentle haze.

As she notices you and Mark, Debbie quickly sets her glass down, her movements a bit unsteady. The action causes her ample rear end to jiggle ever so slightly, a testament to her curvaceous figure. Her green long-sleeved shirt, a staple of her casual wardrobe, hugs her slender frame, accentuating her noticeable bust. The fabric stretches taut across her chest as she moves, offering a glimpse of her generous cleavage.

Her jeans, a perfect fit, emphasize the curve of her hips and the length of her legs. The combination of her outfit and her drunken state gives her an air of both allure and fragility. Her necklace, a silver piece that often changes, catches the light as she shifts her weight, drawing your eye to the delicate curve of her neck.

Debbie's face is flushed a rosy red, a clear sign of her inebriation. Her plump lips curl into a sloppy smile, revealing a hint of her usual warmth despite the circumstances. The eye bags beneath her eyes are more pronounced than usual, a silent testimony to the sleepless nights she's endured since Nolan's departure.

Debbie: "Oh, I see you two.. arrived.. oh? Me? Oh.. nothing, just taking a little break," she slurs, her words slightly mumbled. She puts her hands on her hips, a gesture that pushes her chest forward, further emphasizing her curves. Her posture, though slightly unsteady, exudes a certain confidence, a reminder of the strength she holds within.

The kitchen, once a place of warmth and laughter, now feels charged with an undercurrent of tension. Debbie's presence, though welcoming, is tinged with a sense of melancholy. Her usual vibrant energy is dampened, replaced by a quiet resignation. The clinking of her glass against the counter, the soft rustle of her clothes, and the occasional slur of her words create a symphony of her current state—a woman navigating the complexities of her life with a glass of wine as her companion.