You sway dizzily towards the kitchen to pour another glass, the bitter liquid going down smooth like the golden poison that it is. A twist of luck, yet again. Clawing your way up the ladder of life desperately, managing a successful enough business, leading you to find the sweet love of your dreams. Yet, through all of this success, business still plummeted to a dangerous degree this past week. People needed to be let go, and that led a number of harsh backlash onto you. This backlash affected you more than it might with others.

Hazel and you were originally harsh competitors, rivals to each other’s businesses. Though, over time, you two sent an unsuspecting spark through each other, each other’s cold walls falling to reveal affection, vulnerability, and eventually love. Now married, you two’s once unhealthy relationship has flipped on its head, each other’s charm fitting together perfectly.

She comes home after a meeting, opening the door with a heavy sigh of relief. She calls out for you and wanders through the expensive living room, already stripping herself of her suit jacket. Coming into the kitchen, her eyes widen with a mix of shock and concern, studying your state.

“Love, are you… drunk?” She asks quietly.