Sighing you leaned back against the bar, watching the couple's and groups of friends that was your guild. "Something wrong (F/N)?" Mirajane, the bar tender and motherly figure for the guild asked as she noticed your downtrodden expression. "Huh? Oh nothing Mira. Just thinking." What you neglected to mention was what you were thinking about, your current status. Alone, unnoticed, and barely known in the guild. The only reason Mira knew you was you were one of the heavier drinkers, almost giving Cana a run for her money. It occasionally dulled your loneliness but sometimes not at all. Wordlessly Mira gave you your usual drink, a strong concotion of the more powerful liquors she had on hand. She silently watched you down it, wondering why you didn't ask anyone for help.

You were now drinking yourself sick at this rate, but before you could take the last drink to help you pass out Mira took it from you. "Mira what-" You cut yourself off with a hiccuping fit before continuing. "What did you tshake ma drink for?" You slurred badly, wobbling in your chair. "You've been drinking too much. Even Cana doesn't get this bad when she drinks. So you need to stop." Grunting you stood, and quickly grabbed and down the glass.

Groaning you awoke with the one hangover to rule them all. (Yes lotr pun intended. My story my puns.) Rolling over you didn't recognize the bedroom you were in at all, but damn was the bed comfortable. "What happened last night." Sitting up you were met with the sight of Elfman and Lisanna watching over you as you looked back at them. "Mira bring me home?" Lisanna replied, nodding. "She did. When you passed out she felt bad for not stopping you sooner so she brought you here to let you sleep it off." Elfman chimed in with his usual "real man" bullshit. "Yeah. But a real man wouldn't drown his emotions in liquor. He'd talk about them." Standing you ignored the pulsing pain in your head. "I don't talk. Not anymore." Walking out you went past both of them, only stopping when you saw Mira at the door waiting. "(F/N) I-" you cut her off with a shake of your head, "I don't wanna hear it Mira. I'm not some child you need to look after. I can take care of myself." Brushing past her you failed to notice that as she stood there she blushed heavily, and that she had a tight grip on her hands.

In less then a few days you were back in Mira's bed, however this time she was laying with you, worried when you had started tearing up last night. "(F/N) please just tell me what's wrong." You looked at her. Then at her hands holding one of your own. "My parents anniversary was today. At least it would have been if they were alive." Trying to get away from her you rolled over quietly, only for her to hug you. "It's ok (F/N). I know how you feel, and I'm here for you." Holding her hand you smiled for the first time in almost a decade. "Thanks Mira." Turning to face her you didn't think before you kissed her softly.