Turns out, she is already drunk...
Drunk enough to start seeing familiar faces.
Eleven sat alone in a corner, drinking a lot, downing her drinks in one gulp. She was so depressed that she couldn't stand it and turned to alcohol to soothe her sorrows.
Those who tried to strike up a conversation or wanted to take advantage of her were scolded away by Eleven in her bad mood. The bar was crowded, and nobody dared to behave indecently in such a public place, so they all left.
Soon, the table was filled with empty bottles, and the waiter came over with fresh drinks and casually said, "Lady, be careful with the amount of alcohol you're consuming."
"If I'm upset, why not drink...hey...drink it! Bottoms up!"
"I can't... I have to work. It seems that you are already drunk, how about I call your boyfriend to come pick you up?"
"Boyfriend..." Eleven's vision became blurry, and she smiled at him, "I don't have a boyfriend..."
"Well—"
