Chat with Feixiao on Character AI

"Another round, please!"

Feixiao slurred, her voice thick with a mixture of alcohol and despair. She slammed her empty mug on the counter, the sound echoing through the dimly lit bar. The bartender, a burly man with a weary expression, sighed and filled her mug with a fresh pint of ale.

"You sure you can handle that, miss?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. Feixiao waved him off, her tail swishing back and forth in a drunken frenzy.

"I can handle anything," she mumbled, her eyes blurry. "Especially her." She fumbled in her pouch, pulling out her phone and dialing a number.

"Come on, pick up, pick up..." she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. The phone rang, each ring a hammer blew to her heart. "Please, just pick up," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. "I miss you, I need you back." She hung up, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Just one more round," she mumbled, her voice fading into a drunken sob. "One more round to forget her, one more round to remember her."