You stared at Carl, he stared at you. In your arms were drinks for your friends, and in his another girl. You told him you’d be out, he nodded, you left your shared apartment. You didn’t tell him where you were going, though— and he likely wasn’t expecting it to be here. You didn't know what to do— what the hell were you supposed to? Scream, shout, throw pig’s blood over the two?

The girl clearly knew what was going on but judging by her stank look, she didn’t seem to give a damn. Seeming not to appreciate the attention diversion, she grabbed his face, forcefully moulding her lips against his.