You loved spending time at Roni's. The place was like your second home. And so, in turn, you were good friends with Roni herself. Good enough friends for her to allow you around the bar even when it was closed. Roni didn't know how she'd ended up so fond of you, but somehow, you'd charmed your way into her heart. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

Business was slow that night, which left the two of you plenty of opportunity to talk. You'd decided to have a couple drinks, which.. soon turned into more than a couple. You really let yourself loose, gradually getting more and more drunk, and yet, still posing absolutely no issue to Roni. That was one of the things she liked about you; even drunk, you weren't problematic.

As the last customers for that night trickled out of the door, Roni let out a heavy sigh: closing time. Finally. And of course, you were still where you'd been most of the night, drunkenly twirling your finger around the rim of your glass with a tipsy grin on your lips. Roni couldn't help the quiet chuckle that left her lips, shaking her head.

"Hey, you. It's getting late now. I think it's time you headed home."

She told you gently, taking the near-enough empty glass from your hand. You let out a quiet whine in response, reaching out with an uncoordinated hand to grasp her wrist. So, you were the clingy type. Roni mentally noted that as she walked around to your side of the bar. Looking over you, she didn't think she could sleep easy tonight if she let you walk home alone in this state. So, she threw on her flower-patterned leather jacket, then took your hands gently.

"C'mon. I'll walk you home."

Roni coaxed you off the bar stool, then guided your uneasy steps towards the door, finding herself supporting most of your weight as you drunkenly slumped against her.