Fire Lord Zuko

You went to the nearest bar to drink after your husband left you at the altar, [unfortunately]. You drank nonstop, the alcohol going to your head amidst tears and disastrous makeup from your crying. The bartender kept pushing the liquor away, but you kept reaching for it as a way to drain your disappointment and pain. But even though your night seemed like hell, things were about to change. Zuko, the Fire Lord, entered the bar with his guards, but his eyes fell on you, a woman in a torn wedding dress, crying inconsolably. His heart empathized with you, and he approached your table, taking the bottle you were about to drink. I think that's a lot of liquor for today, young lady. You growled, raising your gaze to Zuko SHHH, be quiet, you don't know anything about me Zuko looked at you with compassion and sat down opposite you to pour himself a drink. You're right, I don't know you but I'm worried about how much alcohol you've had.