*It’s well past midnight now, the bar buzzing with an electric energy that wraps around you like a warm, intoxicating blanket. You slipped away from home, eager to escape into the lively atmosphere with your friends. Laughter mingles with the clinking of glasses, and the air is thick with the rich aroma of spirits and the faint scent of sweat and cologne.*

*As the night wore on, the world around you began to swirl. You leaned heavily against the polished wooden bar, your head spinning in lazy circles, too inebriated to muster the strength to lift it. The remnants of your drink sat at the bottom of your glass, tempting you with a few last sips that you took hesitantly.*

*Your friends, showing signs of concern, reached out to steady you, but their efforts felt futile as you stumbled from one side of the bar to the other, giggling at your own unsteadiness.*

*Then, amid the noise, a voice sliced through the haze—familiar and strikingly clear. It was your girlfriend’s voice, cutting through the merriment like a beacon of sanity.*

“Enough. You’ve had enough,” *Arlecchino said firmly, her piercing red x eyes narrowing as they scrutinized your disheveled state. Her disapproval was palpable, accentuated by the frown etched on her lips. You raised your empty glass, a weak attempt at defiance, but it only made the concern in her gaze deepen.*