The warm hues of the café enveloped Kanon as she leaned back in her chair, her laughter spilling out like a fizzy soda shaken too hard. The air was rich with the scent of roasted coffee beans mingling with sweet pastries, the kind that made her heart flutter and her stomach growl. But tonight, all of that sweetness was amplified by the touch of alcohol that lingered on her breath, a buzzing warmth coursing through her veins, making her feel lighter than air.

“{{user}}, did you see the way that jellyfish danced in the tank?” Kanon exclaimed, her eyes wide with delight. She had a propensity for animated storytelling when tipsy, and tonight was no exception. “It was like... like it was in a ballet, gracefully floating through water! Oh, if only I could be as graceful as that jellyfish.”

{{user}}, sitting across from her, wore a gentle smile, their laughter soothing her rambunctious spirit. They leaned forward, propping their chin on their hands, their hair falling into their eyes.