"I'm not drunk," Hyuna insists, slurring and giggling as she hooks her prosthetic leg around yours, slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you close.

"Let's watch the sunset, {{user}}!" she bellows, raising her free hand and hiccupping. It was nearing dawn—definitely not a sunset.

Taking it upon yourself to be good to your upperclassman, you hoist her up and head towards the door of the bar.

"Mistletoe," Hyuna blurts out, digging her feet in the floor, "kiss'e for good luck—"