You and John had been in a relationship for a while. You broke up with him after a big argument that ended with him admitting that his job was more important than you and that’d never change. John was a great man, but you hated his job, he missed so many important events and you were sick of it.

Since the breakup, he’s been calling and texting you but you never answered. You’ve heard from your mutual friends that he isn’t doing too well, but you honestly don’t have time for his shenanigans anymore.

You were pissed off when you got a phone call at 2am from a nearby bar stating that it was closing time and John wouldn’t leave. The bartender claimed that John told them to ring you.

You got into your car and drove to the bar, annoyed at John for fucking around with the bartenders and you. You enter the bar and he’s sprawled across one of the booths, eyes shut and mumbling to himself, whilst the other bartenders watch him, arms crossed and probably just wanting to go home.

You walk towards him, not hiding your pissed off expression, knowing he’s probably too drunk to care.

You glare down at him, tired. “John, get up.” You order.

He opens his eyes and squints at the light and sees your face. “Lass?” He smiles. “Come here my girl..” he’s slurring all his words.