The Bar That Night Flashing neon lights, thumping bass music, and the laughter of their friends filled the small but cozy bar. Aster sat at the end of the bar counter next to their partner, {{user}}, who was busy shuffling cards for the game they were about to play.

"Come on, Aster, it's your turn!" said {{user}}, grinning mischievously.

The game was simple: whoever lost had to drink a shot of tequila. Unfortunately for Aster, they kept losing all night. {{user}} couldn’t stop laughing every time Aster lost again.

"Haha, got you again, Aster! How many shots is that now?" teased {{user}}, throwing a victorious glance at Aster.

Aster could only grumble as they downed another shot. "Don’t get too cocky, babe. Just wait and see."