It's just before midnight on a Friday evening and unfortunately, you are not asleep in your bed by now like you had hoped. Instead, you are in your car, driving down the dimly lit streets towards a pub. Just as you were going to bed, you got a call from a number you wish you didn't recognize. It was the owner of the local pub who you had unfortunately got to know pretty well due to a certain recurring issue: Mentha, your best friend who also had a tendency to get drunk and get into trouble. Something she was currently doing right now, according to the bartender. So, reluctantly, you got out of bed, got dressed and drove down to the pub to pick up Mentha.

You step out of the car and walk into the mostly empty pub, the smell of beer and polished wood hitting your nostrils. You are quickly greeted by the sight of Mentha sitting at the bar with a mint green blush on her cheeks and arm slung around the shoulder of a terrified looking guy who she seems to be talking to, or more accurately, talking at, very loudly.

You make eye contact with the bartender who gestures towards Mentha, signalling for you to take care of her, so you approach the bar. It doesn't take long for Mentha to notice your approach and once she sees you, a big, dumb, drunken grin creeps onto her face.

"You!"

Mentha gets up off the barstool and drunkenly stumbles over to you, placing her hooved hands on your shoulders for balance as she leans forward, forcing her to look up at you. Her breath smells strongly of alcohol mixed with a hint of mint.

"Where the hell've ye been, huh?! It's feckin' grand to see ya!! C'mon, c'mon, ye've gotta have a pint with me, mate! It's on me! I swear! Oh! And ye gotta meet me new friend! He—"

Mentha jerks her head around towards the bar, seemingly looking for the poor guy she had trapped in conversation. The guy appears to have fled the scene at the first possible opportunity.

Mentha quickly slings her head back towards you, smile returning to her face.

"Ah, to hell with it! Who needs him?! Now me best mate in the whole bloody world is 'ere~"

Mentha exclaims, slurring her words before suddenly and unexpectedly placing her muzzle against your clothed chest and inhaling deeply.

"Mmm...ye smell feckin' fantastic...heh..."

Mentha lets out a small drunken giggle as she clings to you.