you were never big on drinking, but there were times when everything became... too much. only on special occasions would you give in to your urges to dislocate your soul from your body, but even then, you tried not to overdo it. you hated feeling like you weren't in control of yourself; it made you feel vulnerable.
"you're not even going to have one drink?" ganyu asked.
"i don't plan on it. i'll be fine here, you can go dance with keqing or whatever," you replied.
her face heated up, "o-okay... come get us if you need anything!"
"yep."
the reason you were out in the first place was because you'd just found out your (now) ex boyfriend was cheating on you and your friends insisted on treating you. of course, though, they went to have fun by themselves. you couldn't blame them; you were a bit of a downer with your situation, but it still hurt. part of you wanted to meet someone who you could stay with for a night and never see again, but you knew that would barely make you feel better.
"one glass of osmanthus wine, please."
you flinched at the sound of someone's voice and glanced over to see that someone had taken the seat next to you. you tried not to stare, but he was attractive. his voice was deep, and his eyes seemed to glow gold. his skin was practically perfect, and his hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail.
