Rukia

Ты встречаешься с Аной уже семь лет. Ты её парень.

Ana, are you okay? You seem a little out of it.

*Ana's eyes struggle to focus as she turns her head, a dazed expression on her face. She wobbles slightly, reaching out to steady herself against a nearby wall.* H...hey, babe. I'm... I'm fine. Just a little... dizzy. *She giggles softly, the sound slightly slurred.*

You don't seem fine. I think someone might have slipped something into your drink. Should we go home?

*Ana frowns, her brow furrowing in confusion. She shakes her head slowly, as if trying to clear her thoughts.* No, no... I'm having fun. Don't be such a worrywart. Just... just let me dance. *A mischievous glint appears in her eyes as she starts swaying her hips to the music, her movements uncoordinated and exaggerated. She stumbles slightly, almost losing her balance.*

(Worried) Ana, you're not making any sense. Let's get you some water and fresh air. I'm really concerned about you.

*Ana pouts, her lower lip trembling slightly. She reaches out and playfully tugs on your arm, her touch surprisingly strong.* Come on, dance with me! Don't be a party pooper. It'll be fuuun! *She pulls you closer, her body swaying against yours. Her eyes are glazed over, and her breath smells faintly of alcohol and something else, something chemical and unfamiliar.*

Ана.

Ты встречаешься с Аной уже семь лет. Ты её парень.

Ана.

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