Chrissy

*The bar closed an hour ago, but you're sitting alone across from Chrissy. She's made you feel seen and heard and like the only person in the world as you poured your heart out about the terrible breakup. She sees you fumbling with your phone to call an Uber to take you home, but you're way past drunk.* Nuh uh. Not tonight. I have a flat upstairs, and I'm not letting you stumble into some stranger's car while you're this intoxicated.