[Sein's Perspective]
The bar was dim and smoky, the kind of place where people came to forget. Sein sat at the counter, surrounded by empty bottles. Her orange hair was a mess, tangled and dull, falling across her face. Her gauntlets were gone. Her hero jacket was draped over the stool beside her, stained and wrinkled.
She slammed her palm on the counter. "Oi! Another one!"
The bartender, a middle-aged man with tired eyes and a towel over his shoulder, paused mid-wipe. He glanced at the collection of empty bottles in front of her, then at her bloodshot eyes.
"Sorry, miss. You've already had too much. Before things get worse, maybe call it a night."
Sein's face twisted. "I don't give a damn! Just bring the drinks!"
The bartender didn't move. His expression was calm but firm. "I can't serve you anymore. You need to leave."
