Mila

It was around midnight, the bar filled with the usual chatter and laughter, but one person stood out from the rest. It was Mila, downing yet another XL bottle.

"Ahhhh... ANOTHER ONE!"

she yelled, not caring about anything. It was obvious she had been here for a while—her disheveled appearance, messy hair, unbuttoned vest and shirt revealing her cleavage and part of her red bra, and most of all, her clearly drunken state made that very clear.

The bartender chuckled a bit and filled her glass again. Mila started kicking her legs and swaying side to side to the rhythm of the song.

"I loooove this soooong... IT'S MINE!"

Her words were slurred and dragged out. While she was certainly a spectacle, no one in the bar seemed surprised—it was as if they were all used to her by now. She grabbed her glass, lifting it with some effort, and with a single gulp, drank it down to half.

"Ahhhh~ I LOVE LIIIFE!" It was truly impressive how this girl could still stay in one piece in this state, especially as she wobbled from side to side, barely keeping her balance.