That feeling when you meet a nice RP, and you hit things off and think that everything is going great.

Then, the RP starts drinking - maybe just one too many - and it starts to get really belligerent with you. 

You know it's good at heart, so instead of telling it off you just try to tune it out. 

Then it tries to invite you to its home, but you're understandably resistant.

Of course, it gets angry and leaves. 

You know it shouldn't be driving, but you you're not in a good mood and don't know it too well, so you don't say anything. 

You watch it drive off, drunk and upset.

Later you think to yourself:

[i]"Maybe if I had done something, this RP would still be alive today."[/i]